Chapter 11

What?! He's here?! For what?! Negotiating a deal?

Yvonne flashed Damon a quick smile and nod as they brushed past each other. Right as they passed by, she stepped on something slippery and fell over!

In her panic, her hands groped at whatever she could hold on to for balance.

Finally, when she steadied herself, she looked up and saw her hand across Damon Brown's chest, clutching tightly on his shirt!

She hazarded a deep breath and her gaze inched up carefully until it met the man's deep and cold glare.

"I, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..." Yvonne hastily tried to explain.

Damon Brown lowered his eyes, squinting as to take a good look at her while his arms pinned her against the wall.

At the same time, at the end of the corridor, the silhouette of another person materialized gradually. A person here looking for Damon Brown.

If only Yvonne could free herself from Damon Brown's piercing stare and take a look at the stranger, then she would see who it was approaching: Mitchell Cook, the one person in this world she would give anything to kill!

As Mitchell Cook drew closer, he noticed a woman obscured by Damon Brown's tall and large girth.

He stopped, trying to see who it was. With Atlantis now seeking a partnership with Olympus Enterprises, he knew that being able to know more about Damon Brown's personal life could do him some good.

Only, his phone rang suddenly.

This alerted to Damon Brown of Mitchell Cook's presence and he instinctively looked at the newcomer.

A flustered Mitchell Cook gave him a polite nod before spinning on his heels to leave hurriedly and answer his phone call.

With Damon Brown's broad back shielding her, she could not see that the man who had disfigured her, maimed her, and destroyed her family, was but hardly 10 meters away from where she was standing!

That said, Yvonne felt only being abnormally nervous for standing so close to Damon Brown.

The hulking man lowered himself back to her, his lips at a mere hair's breadth from her ears, and his voice, keen and cold like a blade of ice, hissed. "I don't care what your intentions are, but don't you ever think for one second that I am Erick. It will never work on me, whatever your schemes are. Beware the consequences; someone like you wouldn't be able to bear them. Understand?"

The final word from his mouth felt like a hammer to her ears.

He was just so close that Yvonne could smell his clear scent, but not without the palpable pressure that exuded from his very person.

"I, I understand, Mr. Brown... I'm sorry," she whimpered through a knot in her throat.

The strong, powerful hands that grabbed her released their hold brusquely and Damon Brown walked away.

Yvonne got back to her laboratory, breathing in heavy wheezes until she took a long, deep breath to calm down and concentrated on her work.

It did not take long for the entire laboratory to be swept by waves of euphoria.

Everyone at MSRA left their stations and thronged out, all of them euphoric when they heard about Damon Brown and Mitchell Cook being here together. Only Yvonne remained deeply immersed in her work, not noticing the commotion at all.

The Director of MSRA Labs took them on a tour around the premises and when they came by the laboratory, Damon Brown saw a pair of technicians standing by the side of a test podium.

Yvonne's long black hair was tied into a ponytail, revealing her fresh, youthful face. Busy with her work, she did not look up and her fingers were dancing deftly on the keyboard, tapping rapidly.

The supple sunlight coming in from the windows bounced off her and speckled her cheeks with a divine radiance.

Serious and focused, Yvonne maintained her full attention on her work—even when a lock of hair fell, she voluntarily tucked it behind her ears, and her hand whizzed straight back to tapping on the keyboard, hardly being interrupted at all.

Right at that very moment, Damon Brown felt himself breathless.

"How, how is it possible that a social-climber like her could have such a behavior... And the way she looks so focus... It's just like... her?"

"Her." The woman from his youth. The only woman who had ever made his heart skipped.

But three years ago, when he got to her, all he heard was: she was dead.

Since that day, he vowed to have no one else!