"Understood, Mr. Sumner. Should we continue with the n for the Wilkie Group?" Spencer asked.


    "Yes," Damon replied.


    The day passed quickly, and before long, evening arrived.


    After reviewing thest contract on his desk, Damon picked up his phone and called N. "N, I''lle pick you up soon. We''re going out for dinner tonight." N, who had just picked up Mason, raised an eyebrow. "What about Buddy?" "Tonight is just for the two of us. We''ll bring him next time," Damon answered. "Alright, I''ll drop him off first," N said.


    "Okay. See you soon." Damon smiled as he ended the call, grabbed his coat, and headed out.


    ...


    Half an hourter, Damon parked in front of the vi and called N. "N, I''m outside."


    "Okay, I''ming," she replied.


    Not long after, she emerged from the vi. She wore a brown cashmere coat over


    a beige V-neck sweater and a matching skirt. Her long, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders.


    Although her makeup was light, her delicate features and radiant beauty made it impossible to look away.


    Damon''s gaze darkened, his eyes fixed on her as she approached.


    When she reached the car and opened the door, she noticed his intense stare. "What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?"


    "You''re stunning tonight," heplimented.


    It was clear she had put a lot of thought into her appearance.


    N smiled as she slid into the passenger seat. "Thank you. You look handsome yourself."


    Once she fastened her seatbelt, Damon started the car.


    "What are we eating tonight?" N asked.


    "Steak and wine," Damon answered.


    "Sounds good," she replied.


    ...


    Half an hourter, Damon pulled up in front of an upscale steakhouse.


    As they got out of the car, a valet approached.


    Damon handed over the keys and took N''s hand as they walked toward the entrance.


    Just as they were about to enter, a voice called from behind. "Mr. Sumner! What a coincidence. I didn''t expect to run into you here tonight."


    Damon and N turned to see Drake approaching. Their brows furrowed in unison.


    "Mr. Mummery, I don''t think we''re familiar enough to be exchanging pleasantries," Damon said coldly, his tone devoid of warmth.


    Drake raised an eyebrow and smiled.


    "A few more encounters, and we''ll get there. By the way, I heard the Wilkie Group terminated its contract with Prospectus Technology. I know Prospectus Technology is looking for new partners. Mypany''s current focus aligns with Prospectus Technology''s business. I you''re interested, we could coborate."


    "That won''t be necessary," Damon replied curtly. "It''s after hours, and I''m not here


    to discuss work. Now, if you''ll excuse us, we have ns."


    He didn''t wait for a response and pulled N inside the restaurant.


    Drake didn''t follow but stood watching them leave with a cryptic smile.


    Once N and Damon were seated in a private room, she asked, "Damon, is thepany in trouble right now?"


    Damon handed her a menu. "It''s nothing major. We''ve been through worse. This is nothing. Tonight is about celebrating our marriage, so let''s not worry about anything else. Let''s just enjoy ourselves."


    Knowing he didn''t want her to worry, N lowered her gaze and didn''t press further. She opened the menu and began browsing, though her heart was still heavy with concern.


    She couldn''t help but recall how


    exhausted and defeated Damon had looked thest time Prospectus Technology had faced a crisis. Even


    now, just thinking about it made her heart ache.