Chapter 7

Under his powerful aura of intimidation, Alex scrambled to his feet, bowed, and retreated from the hospital room.

Damon slammed the door shut and turned to look at the flowers beside my hand.

“He likes you, he confessed to you?”

I met his gaze, offering no reply.

Faced with my silence, Damon walked over, picked up the bouquet of roses, and threw it out the window.

Though I had refused Alex, I didn’t want to see his heartfelt gesture treated so carelessly.

So, I pulled out the IV needle from my hand and went to retrieve it, but Damon grabbed my wrist, pinning me back onto the hospital bed.

He stared at me, his eyes as cold as snow.

“What are you doing? What’s so great about a pile of trash flowers to pick up? Do you like him too?”

I pushed him away directly, my voice cold.

“Mr. Thorne, you are just my superior. You have no right to question who I’m with.”

Damon’s face grew even uglier.

He couldn’t control his strength, his grip leaving red marks on my wrist.

“Yes, but don’t forget, the company prohibits office romances. If you dare to say yes to him, tomorrow I’ll make sure he’s out of Thorne Industries!”

I knew he always followed through on his threats.

I didn’t want to drag anyone else down, so I had to state the facts.

“I don’t like him, and I have no intention of being with him.”

Damon’s expression finally softened a little.

He suddenly released my hand and stated the real reason for his visit today.

“The photos from the gala, Scarlett did indeed swap them. But it’s understandable that she’s angry after finding out the truth. Once this situation calms down, I’ll promote you to Head of the Secretary Department. Your salary will be doubled, and you can work with peace of mind. Scarlett has promised me this is the last time, and she won’t deliberately target you again, so don’t hold it against her either.”

His offer was tempting, but I was unmoved.

I took a deep breath, preparing to tell him about my resignation.

But just as I opened my mouth, Scarlett’s call came in.

“Damon, I want to go to the beach for a few days. Will you come with me?”

Damon spoke to her softly, no longer paying attention to me. He turned and left.

He left in a hurry, without hearing what I had to say.

“I don’t need a promotion, because I’ve already resigned.”

Watching the door close, I lowered my eyes.

Forget it. He’ll find out eventually.

For a while after, Damon didn’t return, accompanying Scarlett. I went back to work as usual.

Alex Miller was transferred back to his hometown branch company the next day.

I didn’t even get to see him one last time.

Although people in the company still looked at me strangely, no one mentioned the gala anymore.

Everything calmed down. I approached HR, asking if I could resign early.

The HR manager looked troubled.

“Luna, if you want to leave early, it requires Mr. Thorne’s special approval.”

I nodded and prepared a premature resignation letter.

Just as I was about to find Damon for his signature, he called, sending an address and telling me to go there immediately.

When I reached the private room at the club, I found Damon’s friends and Scarlett all there, playing games boisterously.

Seeing me, Damon’s gaze swept across the wine glasses on the table.

“Scarlett lost a few rounds. She’s on her period today and can’t drink. You drink for her, ten thousand for each glass.”

I knew Damon had damaged his stomach from excessive drinking before and couldn’t touch a drop of alcohol now.

Otherwise, he would definitely drink for Scarlett himself.

I looked at the dozen or so glasses of whiskey on the table and spoke softly.

“Mr. Thorne, it’s after work hours. I have the right to refuse this task you’ve assigned me. If you insist on me drinking for her, I don’t need the money, I just need your signature.”

Damon frowned slightly. “Signature? What signature?”

I pulled out the application letter and handed it to him. As he was about to open it, Scarlett tugged his arm and pouted playfully.

“Damon, I lost again. Hurry up and make her drink.”

Damon responded to her gently, not bothering to look closely at the document.

He signed his name quickly and tossed the pen back.

“It’s signed. Now drink.”