Drake''s ultimate target was N. If Prospectus Technology fell, no one could protect her or Mason.


    Thepanies that had sided with Drake acted out of self-interest, but they now regretted their decisions. Damon could gain significant strength by reestablishing cooperation with them.


    Of course, Vrie had her own motives. She wanted to repay Summer Coates for saving her life and hoped to restore their coboration.


    "Whether or not she can stay out of it, talking to her won''t help. Stop dragging her into this," Brandon said.


    "Brandon, who are you to order me around?" Vrie retorted.


    Pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, Brandon replied, "Can you stop being unreasonable? I''m not threatening you. I''m reminding you. Don''t forget-the Weir Group avoided bankruptcy only because of my uncle."


    Vrieughed coldly. "You''re right. He did save the Weir Group, and I''m grateful. But that doesn''t mean he can interfere in everything I do."


    Without giving him a chance to respond, she hung up.


    When Brandon tried calling again, he found she had blocked him.


    Taking a deep breath, he set his phone aside and headed back to the meeting.


    ...


    Still angry, Vrie blocked Brandon on every tform. Just as she prepared to start her car, her phone rang again.


    Seeing it was Summer, she suppressed her irritation and answered.


    "Vrie, how did it go? Did Ms. Kinsey agree to help?" Summer asked.


    Vrie was silent for a moment before replying softly, "Summer, I''m sorry. I don''t think I can help you anymore."


    Damon already knew she had approached N. Judging by his reaction, he wasn''t likely to reconsider working with thosepanies.


    There was a pause before Summer''s disappointed voice came through "It''s okay. I''m already grateful you tried. I ask my dad to figure something else out. Let''s meet for dinner soon."


    "Dinner can wait. I didn''t really help you. Focus on your family''s issues for now," Vrie replied.


    "Alright. Once things settle down, I''ll treat you to a meal," Summer said.


    "Deal." After hanging up, Vrie sighed and drove off.


    That evening, Damon returned home.


    During dinner, N hesitated before asking what he thought about her earlier suggestion.


    Damon raised an eyebrow. "N, no work talk during meals."


    "As your wife, I''m asking out of concern for your work. It''s not just business," N countered.


    Hearing that, Damon couldn''t help butugh. "Alright, then. Let me report to my wife. I''ve decided.


    follow your advice and work


    them again."


    N frowned. "Damon, I hope you''ve carefully thought this through and made the


    best decision for thepany, not just to appease me."


    "I understand. My decision is based on thepany''s interests. Even if you hadn''t called me, I would''ve chosen to work with them again," he answered.