Looking at Damon Hawke's indifferent and distant attitude, Victoria Don was both anxious and annoyed.
For four years, she had held the title of his fiancée, but it was limited to just the title.
She wanted to take it further with him, wanted to develop something substantial, but the man always maintained a distance from her!
Why was it like this?
Could it be that this man is incapable in that aspect?
"Alright then! Damon, get some rest early. Charlie is still young, don't take his actions to heart. I'll head back first."
Even though Victoria was frustrated inside, she didn't show it on her face, continuing to act understanding.
She knew that Damon Hawke was a responsible man, and as long as she was the little one's biological mother, he wouldn't abandon her!
However, Elara Don, that troublesome girl, had returned!
She felt uneasy.
After Victoria left, Damon's face remained gloomy.
His dark eyes swept towards the little guy standing sulkily in the corner, his handsome brows knitted out of habit.
The little guy was finally willing to speak.
It should have been a thing worth celebrating, but what he said was not at all joyful!
The phone rang.
Damon's gaze moved away from Harry Soo, and he took out his phone from his pocket.
It was Rhun Quinn calling.
"Speak."
"Mr. Hawke, Mr. Lionne has communicated with me again. He is quite helpless with Miss Charlotte's stubbornness. He says Miss Charlotte is their company's best perfumer, and talented individuals will inevitably have a temper, asking us to be more accommodating."
"Of course, if we're really dissatisfied with Miss Charlotte, he can send someone else over. But he can't guarantee that the new person will be better or more suited to this collaboration than Miss Charlotte."
Rhun Quinn's words made Damon's temple throb.
His already bad mood worsened upon hearing this.
"Great! Lionne is indulging Charlotte to give our Hawke Group a setback! Since he doesn't care about this collaboration and wants to support Charlotte, let's leave it be for now! Let's see who's tougher!"
With a click, the call was hung up, Damon's handsome face clouded with darkness, and the cold air around him seemed to drop the temperature by a few degrees.
In the corner, Harry Soo was feeling very agitated, wondering how to escape.
Upon hearing Damon's call, his bright eyes spun rapidly.
What was this tyrant talking about?
Lionne?
Charlotte?
Collaboration?
His mom's English name was Charlotte.
The company she worked at abroad was Lionne Fragrances.
The boss was Lionne.
So, the tyrant was discussing his mom's company matters!
No wonder mom wasn't going to work today; it was because of this unreasonable tyrant!
No way!
He couldn't let his mom lose her job!
Harry blinked his lively eyes, looking at the man about to go upstairs, and urgently called out: "Hey hey, stop right there!"
The sudden voice of the little one made Benny's scalp tingle and halted Damon's footsteps.
"Little master, please, don't make the big master angry anymore!"
Benny clasped his hands, urging softly.
Harry crossed his arms, ignoring him, and raised his chin high, looking at Damon turning back with a cool and arrogant little expression.
"You called me 'Hey'? Dominic Hawke, am I too lenient with you normally, making you think you can do whatever you want?"
This...
He didn't know what to call him!
If he called him uncle, he'd surely get scolded.
Should he call him dad?
Harry's big grape-like eyes spun around and he beamed at Damon, "Alright, Dad!"
For the sake of mom's career, he'd temporarily let this tyrant be his cheap dad.
Damon stared at the little guy's bright smile, his eyes shifting with a hint of surprise.
His son's character was very reserved; he rarely saw him smile so happily like this.
Could it really be because of a bump on the head causing a change in temperament?
"Dad, let me tell you, being a great boss requires understanding and respecting talent. Even in ancient times Brandon Lowell visited the countryside three times to invite Brandon to join him! Your business partner is talented; you shouldn't treat others with such an arrogant attitude."
The little one's mouth moved with a childish tone, yet full of sincerity.
Damon's dark eyes were deep as he looked down at the young one before him, observing him carefully.
The little face was undeniably the same small face, handsome like his own.
If it weren't for him not believing in ghosts and spirits, he would almost suspect, like Victoria, that his son's soul was possessed by something unclean.
Damon walked to Harry's side, bending slightly with a hint of investigation, "Dominic Hawke, do you really not feel anywhere uncomfortable? Do you feel dizzy or nauseous?"
Although the little guy's words had impressed him, he was more worried about his son's health.
Could it really be a problem caused by the bump?
"I don't feel dizzy or nauseous, just..."
"Just what?"
Damon's dark eyes showed a flash of tension and concern.
"Um, I need to go to the bathroom!"
Harry covered his bottom, pouting his lips.
He could feel Damon's sincerity.
Hmm!
This tyrant seemed to care quite a bit about his son!
Not as terrible as he imagined!
Unfortunately, he already had a girlfriend.
Otherwise, maybe he could really let him be his cheap dad!
Damon said nothing, watching the little guy's agile eyes, his gaze steady.
The housekeeper chimed in at the right moment, "Big master, the little master is still young, his emotions all show on his face, and compared to before, this is a good thing. Look..."
The little master was inexplicably comedic now.
Way more fun than his previous silence!
"Hmm, I'm really about to burst! If you don't let me go, I'm going to wet myself! Then the house will smell of urine, aren't you afraid of being suffocated to death?"
Harry wriggled his little short legs, and not waiting for Damon to speak, swiftly darted upstairs.
The speed startled both the housekeeper and servants.
"Little master, slow down," Benny hurriedly followed.
Damon slowly straightened, watching the little guy's nimble figure disappear at the staircase's end, his dark eyes slightly squinted.
"Master, the little master has changed! This house has become more lively!" The housekeeper was all smiles.
He has changed!
But he felt something was odd!
Deep in thought, Damon pondered the young one's words, his lips pressed lightly, slowly taking out his phone.
The son's awareness seemed quite high.
As a father, he couldn't be outdone by a child!
"Rhun, call Charlotte and have her report to the company tomorrow."
"Alright. But Mr. Hawke, what if Miss Charlotte refuses again?"
Refuse again?
That arrogant woman might indeed do such a thing.
Damon's dark gaze grew heavy, "Tomorrow night there's a business cocktail party, have her prepare and attend directly. If she still acts high-handed, you can tell her that the Scentia expert Elder Shao will be there, she should make her own judgment."
The cocktail party tomorrow night wasn't something ordinary people could attend.
It's a step down for both sides.
If this couldn't move the woman, then there was nothing more to discuss.