The call connected almost instantly, and Damon''s face appeared on the screen. Seeing N, he smiled. "N."


    She immediately noticed he was at his office and frowned. "Isn''t it the middle of the night in Saintornia? Why are you still at work?"


    Damon pressed his lips together. "Something came up at thepany. I promise I''ll go home early tomorrow night."


    N''s expression turned skeptical. "I don''t believe you. I''m going to ask Lydiater if you''ve been eating properly."


    "N, I swear it''s just ast-minute situation tonight. From tomorrow onward, I''II eat well and leave work on time. Okay?" His coaxing tone came through the phone, almost as if he were right beside her.


    Despite that, they both knew they were separated by an entire ocean, with a time difference of over ten hours.


    And... Damon was working so hard just so he coulde to N sooner.


    Lowering her gaze, N blinked away the slight sting in her eyes. "Damon, I''m not mad at you. I just... hate seeing you push yourself so hard."


    "I know. That''s why I''ll listen to you and take care of myself. If you don''t believe me, you can check with Lydia anytime. Deal?"


    "Deal," N replied.


    "Good. Now, get some rest. We''ll video chat again once you''ve had some sleep," Damon urged.


    "Okay," she answered.


    After ending the call, Damon turned to Spencer. "Tell the board members the meeting resumes in ten minutes."


    "Understood, Mr. Sumner. But... the board members are already struggling to stay awake," Spencer reminded him.


    The meeting had started in the evening and dragged on until nearly 4:00 a.m.- how could anyone endure that?


    "I know," Damon replied.


    The meeting continued until just


    after 5:00 a.m. Exhausted, some get


    the board members didn''t even bother leaving the office and simply slept there.


    Damon, however, didn''t rest. He continued going through documents.


    Seeing this, Spencer finally couldn''t hold back. "Mr. Sumner, you''ve been awake for almost 36 hours. If you


    this up, your body won''tst.


    You should get some rest!


    "I''m fine. You go rest," Damon replied.


    Spencer gritted his teeth. "Mr.


    Sumner, I really think you should tell Ms. Kinsey about the trouble the Nixons are causing Prospectus Technology. If she doesn''t know, she never understand how much pressure you''re under."


    "This is between me and her. I know what I''m doing. Leave it," Damon said.


    Sighing, Spencer didn''t argue further. He turned and left the office. However, he had already made up his mind—he would contact N himself.


    If the Nixons continued targeting Prospectus Technology, thepany wouldn''tst long.


    Standing in the stairwell, he pulled out his phone and sent N a message, exining thepany''s predicament.


    Momentster, his phone rang. It was a voice call from N.


    "What''s going on? The Nixons are really going after Prospectus Technology?" she asked.


    "Yes. If this continues, thepany won''t survive another month," Spencer answered.


    N''s expression darkened. "Got it. I''ll handle this."


    Hanging up, she immediately got out of bed, left her room, and headed straight for Emerald''s office.


    Reaching the door, she didn''t bother knocking. She simply pushed it open and walked in.


    Emerald frowned. "Don''t you have any manners? Don''t you know to knock before entering?"


    "You promised me you''d provide resources to Prospectus Technology. Is this what you call helping-by targeting them instead?" N demanded.