The familiar scent of a man swept over her.
It's Damon Hawke!
Elara Don screamed internally, knowing this wasn't good, and awkwardly stood up straight, away from his embrace.
"Sorry, I..."
"Still so fond of throwing yourself at me?"
The man's deep voice sounded filled with mockery.
"Huh?"
Elara was caught off guard, unable to respond for a moment.
Damon's handsome face was cold and stern, his lightly upturned lips carrying a hint of sarcasm.
"Charlotte, you think I'd be interested in a woman like you? What a joke! I advise you to put your energy into work. If you don't produce a satisfactory perfume formula within three weeks, you can get lost!"
Elara: "..."
This man, did he take dynamite for breakfast!
He's implying she has a crush on him and is trying to seduce him?
Does he have a screw loose!
Clearly, yesterday in the office, he was the one deliberately flirting with her.
Why does he show a different face in front of others today?
Truly a volatile, hypocritical scoundrel!
Elara glared at the departing figure of Damon, shaking her little fist in frustration.
Up ahead, Rhun Quinn looked at Damon, sensing that something was off.
"Mr. Hawke, the information you wanted me to gather about Charlotte, I've already found it..."
"From now on, there's no need to report her private affairs to me."
Damon interrupted Rhun with a cold voice.
He wasn't interested in a married woman.
"Yes, sir."
Rhun replied respectfully, somewhat understanding the sudden change in his boss's demeanor.
Is his foul mood related to Charlotte?
Elara entered the R&D department, politely nodding to colleagues who had arrived, and sat at her workstation.
"Hey, did you guys hear? Just now, Charlotte threw herself at the CEO downstairs and got scolded by him."
"Of course I heard! Who knew Charlotte was so ambitious, trying to hook up with the CEO?"
"..."
The murmurs of the people around reached her ears, and Elara's delicate brows furrowed, cursing Damon passionately in her heart.
Narcissist!
He's the one to blame!
"What's all the fuss about? Get back to work!"
Ethan Lane emerged from the office, glaring discontentedly at the gossiping employees.
The few employees pouted and went back to work.
Elara Avery at her desk stared at Elara Don's back, a cold smile appearing on her lips.
Charlotte, let's see how long your luck lasts!
"Charlotte, did you settle things at home yesterday?"
Ethan approached Elara's side, expressing concern.
"Yes, thank you for asking."
Elara replied politely.
"That's good."
Ethan smiled, "You should be familiar with the company procedures by now, right? Mr. Hawke requires us in the R&D department to develop the main fragrance for the next season within three weeks. Time is tight, let's get started."
"Okay."
Elara didn't waste words, got up, and entered the lab with Ethan.
Elsewhere, at the hospital.
In the children's psychology counseling room.
"Daddy, I need to go to the bathroom."
Harry Soo, after being bombarded with questions from the doctor, fidgeted restlessly in his chair.
Damon glanced at him, giving a light nod.
Hmph!
Goodbye, tyrant!
Harry pouted and dashed out of the children's psychology room towards the bathroom.
"Young Master, slow down a bit."
The bodyguard Benny dutifully followed behind him.
"Don't come in, wait outside."
Harry put his hands on his hips, ordering Benny to wait outside the bathroom.
"Yes, sir."
Benny complied without objection, staying outside as instructed.
Harry grinned and rushed into the bathroom.
"Dominic, come out!"
Time to switch back!
She would soon be back with her mommy!
So happy!
Dominic Hawke, wearing a mask, peeked out his small figure and approached Harry.
"Quick, let's switch clothes."
Harry swiftly pulled off his T-shirt, urging Dominic to hurry.
Dominic slowly took off his clothes and said to Harry, "Bea, don't forget to matchmake my dad and Aunt Charlotte."
He was already missing that home just after leaving!
"I won't! Your dad is not just a tyrant, he's blind too! Yesterday, your mommy hit me and he pretended not to see! I hate him!"
Harry angrily handed the clothes to Dominic and grabbed the clothes from Dominic, putting them on himself.
His small, tender frame was already bruised!
All thanks to the tyrant and that old witch!
He would remember this!
Seeing Harry's angry expression, Dominic opened his mouth, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes.
Bea was angry!
The matchmaking plan for his dad and Aunt Charlotte was going down the drain!
"Young Master, are you done?"
Benny's worried voice came from outside.
Harry hurriedly shoved Dominic, "You go out first!"
He never wanted to go back into that huge cage again!
So unfree!
Dominic looked back at Harry, then slowly walked out with his head hung low.
Harry scratched his head, inexplicably feeling a little sorry for Dominic.
Without mommy's love, the young master probably didn't want to go back to that cold big cage either?
But, that's his home, he can't just take him to his own home!
Doctor's office.
Damon listened to the doctor's report, narrowing his dark eyes.
"You're saying my son's psychological state is very healthy now?"
"Yes, Mr. Hawke. I'm also surprised by Young Master's current state. His psychological state is very healthy. If I hadn't been treating him, I'd think he was a different person."
The doctor looked at the indicators on the diagnostic sheet, both surprised and gratified.
A different person?
The little guy's behavior these days has indeed been like that of a different person!
Damon felt a slight stir in his heart, thanked the doctor, and left the diagnostic room.
Not far away, the little guy was being led by Benny, walking slowly in this direction.
A mask covered his little face, only a pair of big, black grape-like eyes were visible.
Strangely, there was some heaviness.
Damon frowned, and when the little guy got closer, he bent down slightly and removed the mask from his face.
"Aren't you hot? Why are you wearing a mask again?"
Dominic raised his eyes, looking steadily at his father, suddenly reaching out, asking for a hug.
This was his father, and he did miss him these past days.
Because even though his father always wore an icy expression, he could feel his love.
The sudden closeness made Damon raise an eyebrow, softening a bit inside.
He scooped him up with his long arm, carefully examining him.
Was it his imagination?
This boy had only gone to the bathroom, why did his restless temperament immediately revert to his previous steady demeanor?
"Daddy, I want to go to work with you tomorrow."
Dominic said in a sweet voice, wrapping his arms around Damon's neck.
"Why do you suddenly want to go to work?" Damon asked, surprised.
"Because I want to spend more time with Daddy."
And he also wanted to see Aunt Charlotte more.
That way, he could have the chance to matchmake Daddy and Aunt Charlotte!
"Ha! I'm a tyrant, a bad guy. Don't you hate me?"
Dominic: "..."
Bea certainly had guts!
She dared to give Daddy such a nickname!