The woman’s calm tone carried an unsuspecting intimidation.
Victoria Don was stunned, and after realizing it, glared at Alia Miles, making muffled noises.
Alia Miles raised an eyebrow, "Still want to shout? Auntie, is there a basent here? Why not lock her in the basent? Let her reflect in solitude?"
Vinny Hawke chuckled with interest, nodding, "There is indeed. Did you two hear that? Take this madwoman to the basent."
"Yes."
The bodyguards responded, intending to take Victoria Don away.
Victoria Don panicked, widened her eyes at Alia Miles, and shook her head desperately.
Speaking of the basent, she recalled the night she was locked up at Damon Hawke’s Clear Water Bay Villas.
She never wanted to go to the basent again!
The Hawke Family’s basent must be equally terrifying!
"Wait a mont."
Alia Miles seized the mont and called the bodyguards to stop.
The bodyguards paused and looked at her.
Alia Miles approached Victoria Don and asked, "Victoria Don, still want to shout?"
Victoria Don shook her head desperately.
Alia Miles pulled out the handkerchief from her mouth with a hint of a smile.
"Then be obedient, it’s ti to eat."
Victoria Don pressed her lips tightly, suppressing the rage in her heart, and gave Alia Miles a fierce look from where she couldn’t be seen.
Curse Alia Miles, she must find a day to kill her!
Third floor.
Damon Hawke’s bedroom.
Damon rested for a mont, waiting for the suffocating feeling in his chest to gradually dissipate before he opened his computer to start searching for information online.
His physical condition was unusual.
Obviously, this abnormality was related to Victoria Don.
What exactly was causing this?
Damon browsed through so dical information but found nothing.
Instead, he ca across several pieces of information unrelated to science.
Gu insects, witchcraft, these profound insights might explain his current situation.
Damon’s brows furrowed deeply, and after a mont of thought, he pulled out his phone to send Cole Hawke a ssage.
"Cole Hawke, tell , what did the doctors say about my condition?"
Intuition told him the Hawthorne were hiding sothing from him that morning.
Might as well ask Cole.
"Why are you suddenly asking this?"
Cole quickly replied.
"Am I being controlled?"
Damon paused, his long fingers typing a line.
"Oh, you really are brainy on the left side, figuring it out so soon?"
On the other end of the call, Cole was working in the study room and was quite surprised at the ssage from Damon.
He continued typing, "The doctors say your condition can’t be explained dically, might be related to witchcraft, needs an expert to learn the details."
Just as suspected.
Damon pressed his lips tightly, montarily speechless.
If this was true, then he was being controlled by Victoria Don?
That’s why there were two voices in his head the entire ti.
Because one of the voices was an idea forcibly planted by soone else.
That’s why he was compelled to follow instructions.
"Damon, I guess you figured it out now, who is controlling you, right? Now you should know who your true love is?"
Cole sent another ssage over.
Damon stared at it fixedly, Alia Miles’ image flashing in his mind.
Was she the woman he loved most?
But for now, whenever he thought of her, he couldn’t help but feel disgusted.
"By the way, Elly just took over Miles Corporation today. She said she needs a teacher to learn managent skills. Would you like to teach her personally?"
Another ssage appeared on the phone.
Damon narrowed his eyes slightly, not moving.
Teaching Alia Miles managent skills personally?
But currently, he feels nothing for her, afraid he might inadvertently show disdain.
Hurting her pride.
Beep, the ringtone sounded.
It’s Cole’s call.
Seeing Damon not respond for a long ti, he simply called.
Damon ca back to his senses and answered the call.
"Damon, where are you now? How did you suddenly open up?" Cole asked.
Damon rubbed his temples, "When did I lose my mind?"
"Ha, isn’t your behavior from the past few days considered mindless?"
Cole teased, and then asked, "What about the question I just asked? Do you want to teach Elly managent skills personally?"
Damon frowned, montarily speechless.
"Silent? Looks like you’re unwilling, huh? Well, given your current state, you find Elly irritating, never mind, I’ll teach her myself. Hmm, I’m quite looking forward to being Elly’s teacher."
Cole noticed Damon’s silence and intentionally said.
Damon narrowed his eyes, recalling the rumors that Cole liked Alia Miles, his gaze growing darker.
"No need, I’ll teach her."
Upon hearing this, Cole raised an eyebrow, teasingly replying, "Oh, you want to teach her personally? What’s this, getting jealous?"
"No, I’m tired, hanging up."
Damon didn’t want to elaborate further and hung up directly.
He just thought, since Alia Miles was his woman, he shouldn’t keep pushing her away.
Even though he feels nothing for her now, there’s no telling when the mories will return.
By then, as Cole said, he would surely regret it.
Downstairs.
Alia Miles waited until the two little ones had almost finished eating, then wiped the corners of their mouths.
"You two, take so food up for Dad."
She didn’t want to trouble the two little ones, but if she went to deliver the food herself, she feared she’d be chased away before even entering the door.
She could only use the little ones as a shield.
Upon hearing Alia Miles’ instruction, the two little ones nodded in unison.
"Okay."
The mother and two children carried the food prepared by the servants upstairs.
Victoria Don stared blankly, almost breaking her chopsticks.
She wanted to see Damon Hawke, but with bodyguards watching her, she couldn’t leave under their noses.
She felt like a concubine from ancient tis!
Oppressed by the head mistress, only allowed to see the master when the mistress was happy!
Ah, ah, ah!
She was about to explode!
Upstairs.
"Babies, be gentle when you enter, in case Dad’s asleep, don’t wake him."
Alia Miles brought the little ones to Damon’s bedroom door, whispering these instructions to them.
The little ones nodded, and after Alia Miles opened the door, they carried the food box and walked in quietly.
The lights in the room were on brightly; Damon Hawke wasn’t resting.
Instead, he was sitting on the sofa reading books.
"Dad, mommy asked us to bring food for you."
The little ones called out crisply, carrying the food box to Damon.
Damon raised an eyebrow, put down the book, and placed the food box on the coffee table.
At the door, Alia Miles watched from a distance, not approaching or speaking.
Afraid her presence would upset him.
Damon was aware that Alia Miles was watching him.
Slling the food’s aroma, he spoke, "Pour a glass of water."
The little ones exchanged a glance, just about to speak when Damon looked up at Alia Miles.
"Didn’t you hear? Pouring water is dangerous; kids shouldn’t do it."
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