Wren froze in disbelief. "N, are you really this heartless? Even though your father and I divorced, you and Gabriel were siblings for years. Can you really stand to see his life destroyed?"


    Taking a deep breath, N locked eyes with her. "His life is ruined because he chose the wrong path. That has nothing to do with me. Please leave. Don''te back I won''t see you again."


    With that, she shut the door and walked back to the living room.


    Outside, Wren stared at the closed door, her face pale and her expression increasingly desperate.


    Her phone buzzed in her bag.


    When she answered, an impatient voice barked through the line. "Wren, where


    are you? Get to the courthouse now and finalize the divorce!"


    Before she could respond, the caller hung up.


    Still holding the phone, Wren stood there, dazed.


    Why... Why had her life-and Gabriel''s fallen apart so suddenly?


    Tom snorted when he heard about Gabriel''s arrest. "Idiot!"


    If Gabriel hadn''t foolishly tried to abduct N and Mason to flee abroad, he wouldn''t have ended up in prison. It served him right.


    The downside was that with Gabriel in prison, Nyce Tech would soon copse, leaving Tom without a pawn. He needed to expedite finding a backup n.


    Upon thinking of Drake''s ruthlessness, Tom''s expression darkened.


    After some contemtion, he made up his mind, took a deep breath, and instructed his butler to prepare the car.


    An hourter, he entered Damon''s office at Prospectus Technology.


    "Mr. Sumner, good to see you," Tom greeted.


    Damon looked at him coldly. "What do you want?"


    Unbothered by Damon''s attitude, Tom smiled and sat down across from him. "I''m here to propose a deal."


    Damon leaned back, setting aside the file he was reviewing, and gave Tom an amused look. "What kind of deal?"


    "I can tell you everything I know about Drake, but in return, you have to help me deal with him," Tom offered.


    He was done being at Drake''s mercy. Despite all he had done for him, Drake continued to exploit him. If that were the case, his only option would be to ally with Damon


    Damon''s gaze hardened. "That depends on whether what you have to say is useful to me."


    Over an hourter, Tom left Damon''s office. "Mr. Sumner, I trust you''ll keep your word."


    "Don''t worry. As long as you don''t pull any tricks behind my back, I won''t go after the Genge Group And if Drake targets you, I''ll help," Damon stated.


    "Good. With your assurance, I''m relieved," Tom replied.


    Feeling as though a weight had been lifted, Tom returned home, his spirits light.


    Now, all he needed to do was figure


    out how to win back Vrie. As for Drake and his schemes, they


    Were


    no longer his concern.


    ...


    As soon as Tom stepped into the living room, his good mood faltered. Something


    felt off.


    His expression changed, and he turned to leave, but two men in ck stood at the door, blocking his way.


    The man standing by the window turned around slowly with a faint smile. "Tom, where have you been? I''ve been waiting for you."