Chapter 87

“Good. Keep it up. Make them suspicious of each other. When the door opens, you step in. Elena needs warmth and understanding — and you give that. Just pretend, if you have to,” Margareth said, cold and calculating.

Damian looked at his mother for a moment. There was something in her eyes, as if she was wavering a little. But only for a moment.

“I’ll make Elena come to me of her own accord. Not today, maybe not this week. But I know her weakness. She believes too much in love,” Damian said with a faint smile.

Margareth stood up and walked over to her son, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Remember one thing, Damian. In business or love, it’s not the most sincere who wins. It’s the one who can plan the best.”

Damian raised his glass. “Okay, Mom. We’ll see who’s stronger: Nathan’s love or Elena’s old, unhealed wounds.”

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Seven o’clock at night

Damian stood at the door of Elena’s luxury apartment. He pressed the bell three times. There was no