"Ah, Elara Don, how dare you hit ?"
Victoria Don was caught off guard by the slap and scread, clutching her face.
"Yes, not only do I hit you, but I’m also going to..."
Elara Don’s beautiful face turned cold as she grabbed Victoria Don’s curly hair and shoved her head into the sink.
Glug glug...
Victoria Don spat out a series of bubbles, completely unable to resist.
Elara Don counted the rhythm, pulling her up sharply as she was about to suffocate.
"Cough cough cough, Elara Don, you bitch, are you crazy? Let go of !"
Victoria Don coughed desperately, crying and shouting, gasping for breath, her face full of panic.
People passing by were stunned by the scene, completely shaken.
Soone finally reacted and ran to inform Rhun Quinn.
Elara Don restrained her, whispering coldly in her ear, "Victoria Don, that slap was to settle scores for four years ago when you had a thug ruin my innocence. Now, you’d better tell obediently where my child is, or else..."
Elara Don said, ready to shove Victoria Don back into the water.
"Elara Don, I don’t know, I really don’t know anything. I only lured you to the beach out of anger because you were flirting with Damon!"
Victoria Don scread, clinging to the washbasin desperately.
She doesn’t know?
Does she really not know?
Elara Don stared fixedly at Victoria Don, listening to her loud screams, her heart stirring.
Just then, footsteps sounded from nearby.
A mont later, a tall man’s silhouette ca into view.
Still dressed in white shirt and black trousers, his long strides exuded a commanding presence.
Victoria Don scread like she saw a savior, "Damon, save , sob sob, Elara Don is crazy, she’s going to kill !"
Damon Hawke strode over to the two, his face cold and stern.
His gaze rested on Elara Don, and he spoke, "Charlotte, let her go first."
Elara Don had acted rashly in anger, but now, calm again, she would naturally release Victoria Don.
She let go of Victoria Don, calmly brushing her hair behind her ear.
Victoria Don whimpered as she ran to stand behind Damon Hawke, glaring at Elara with lingering apprehension.
Elara Don, that bitch; she hasn’t been seen for four years and her temper has gotten worse.
She’s no longer that silly girl she could manipulate at will!
What did she just say?
Let a thug ruin her innocence?
Does she really think it was a thug who ruined her innocence?
"Mr. Hawke, don’t look at like that. I just beat your fiancée and almost drowned her. If you want to kill , give it to straight!"
Elara Don straightened her back defiantly, seeing Damon Hawke staring directly at her.
This blind man— is he going to stand up for his fiancée?
She’s not afraid of him!
Damon Hawke slowly approached her, observing her stubborn little face with a glimr of amusent in his eyes.
"You hit her? Does your hand hurt? Next ti, don’t exhaust yourself; spray her with your pepper spray directly."
After the grievance suffered last night, she’s already recovering ground today.
She’s not a pushover!
The man’s deep gaze showed not a hint of bla, instead carrying traces of amusent.
Elara Don looked in disbelief at the handso man, not trusting her ears.
Is this man bipolar?
One mont he’s with his fiancée eting guests, the next he’s charming her right in front of his fiancée.
Is he really Damon Hawke himself?
Elara’s almond eyes flickered, mory surfacing another man’s silhouette.
A similar build and aura, equally deep eyes, and that tone of speaking...
"Don’t daydream, follow to the office."
The man’s voice brought Elara’s thoughts back to reality.
She pursed her lips, watching the man’s retreating figure and followed after him.
A bold speculation ford in her mind, one she wanted to verify.
Watching both of them leave completely ignoring her existence, Victoria Don’s face twisted with rage, nearly going crazy.
That bitch Elara Don! She embarrassed her in front of so many people today, but Victoria can’t do anything about her!
Because Damon Hawke has already warned her!
The indignation burned within her!
No, she won’t sit idly by, letting Elara Don climb above her head.
She must find a way to make Damon Hawke despise her!
CEO’s office.
Elara Don looked at Damon Hawke’s tall figure, questioning, "Mr. Hawke, you should know what your fiancée did to last night, right? That’s attempted murder. Are you going to cover for her?"
First, confirm whether he knows what Victoria Don did to her.
Perhaps Bea made a mistake?
"Charlotte, do you have evidence? You can’t convict soone based on unfounded words."
Damon Hawke sat on the sofa, his sharp brows lifted, "Furthermore, who are you to ? If you were to be my future wife, regardless of evidence, I could stand up for you."
Elara Don: "..."
This man, why does his speech always suggest sothing?
Is he flirting with her?
Scumbag!
However, what he said implies that he knows about last night’s events, doesn’t it?
So Bea didn’t get it wrong?
Then, what is his relationship with Tom?
Elara Don stared intently at Damon Hawke, letting her gaze fall on his chest...
"Do I look good?"
Damon Hawke placed tea sets to the side, personally making a cup of tea for Elara Don, glancing at her with a half-smile.
Elara’s eyes flashed montarily, reaching out to take the cup from his hand.
"I’m calling you over for a favor."
Damon Hawke took a sip of tea elegantly, "Just received notice from Charlie’s kindergarten, the weekend after tomorrow, they’re organizing an autumn outing after the school start, needing parental accompanint. I’m too busy and can’t make it, so you’ll go with him."
Elara Don was holding the cup, pondering finding an excuse to spill on soone’s clothing.
Upon hearing his words, her hands trembled...
Watching the man’s soaked clothes, Elara’s eyelid twitched, as she crouched hastily.
"Oh dear, sorry, my hand slipped, and your clothes got wet. You should take them off quickly to avoid catching a cold."
It’s like a dream co true!
She wanted to know if Damon Hawke also had a plum blossom mark on his chest!
The woman’s slender fingers fumbled nervously with the buttons on his shirt.
Her large almond eyes flashed with a hint of tension and urgency.
Damon Hawke squinted slightly, as sothing flitted through his mind.
His thin lips curved instantly, his well-defined hand clasped her slender one, pulling her onto the sofa smoothly.
"Such concern for ? Elara Don, have you considered my offer from yesterday?"
What was she trying to test?
This woman is rather clever!
Yesterday’s offer?
What offer?
Elara’s mind buzzed, looking at the handso face inches from hers, her heart racing.
"W-What offer?"
Here it cos again!
Very familiar eyes, very familiar aura!
Is he really not thug Tom?
"Don’t rember? Then I’ll say it again: Elara Don, Charlie likes you. Consider being Charlie’s mother."
Damon Hawke’s long fingers caressed her small chin, watching the woman’s watery eyes showing traces of bewildernt, feeling like sothing was clawing at his heart.
His gaze fell on her red lips, with mories of sweetness flooding his heart.
Damon Hawke’s eyes darkened slightly, as he leaned down slowly...
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