Chapter 3

After a restless night, I woke up early the next day. This return trip meant a tough battle ahead, and I had no time to dwell on the past.

Over the past few years, Damien had leveraged the power of Davies Group to establish his own company. Bit by bit, he snatched away resources that rightfully belonged to Davies Group. Now, the Davies Group was little more than an empty shell, almost completely dismantled by him.

Grandpa Arthur couldn’t bear to see his life’s work vanish. He also couldn’t believe Damien could be so utterly ruthless. That’s why he hoped I could return to Davies Group and try to salvage what was left.

Grandpa Arthur truly overestimated me. I had already experienced Damien’s methods. Against him, I stood no chance.

Composing myself, I walked into the CEO’s office at Davies Group.

Damien stood with his back to the door, hands in his pockets, gazing out the bright, expansive floor-to-ceiling windows. From the 32nd floor, the city’s most bustling panorama stretched before him. He was like an ancient emperor, surveying the empire he had conquered.

Hearing the door open, he turned, unsurprised by my presence.

“Here to start your new job? You can begin as my assistant.”

He knew my intentions, yet he deliberately made things difficult.

“Do I have other options?”

“I want to go to the tech department.”

He chuckled softly. “Audrey, some things can’t be rushed. Why don’t we take our time? We have all the time in the world.”

But I didn’t have much time left. Davies Group wouldn’t last much longer.

“Then I want to attend all company executive meetings.”

“Also, I need to see the company’s financial reports from the past few years.”

Damien casually shuffled some documents on his desk, saying indifferently, “Naturally.”

Perhaps he truly didn’t need to care much about me. By now, no one could pose a threat to him.

Despite being given the title of assistant, I wasn’t assigned any real work. I wasn’t sure what his intention was, but my desk was placed right next to Damien’s. This was the spot I used to frequent, the place where I could look up and see Damien’s perfect profile.

Memories drifted like smoke.

After three years, we were somehow coexisting peacefully in the same space.

Damien was busy, glued to his computer all day, working. Aside from occasionally taking calls and ordering me to bring him tea or water, he was silent. He wore a crisp suit, with short bangs falling over his forehead, and his usual faint smile was gone. His composed, serious demeanor added a chilling edge to his handsome face. He was no longer the Damien I remembered.