"She didn’t get it wrong."
"What?" Susan Stone asked in surprise, montarily not understanding.
Damian Knight said coldly, "Why should I welco a stranger? But since you like her, let her stay here then. Just let know whenever you get tired of her."
"You—" Susan’s face turned red with anger, "Say that again! Am I choosing a playmate for myself? I’m choosing your future wife!"
"No need for that. I can find a wife by myself, and in fact, I already have."
Susan was taken aback, suddenly thinking of Damian’s previous phone call. Her eyes narrowed with surprise as she asked, "You weren’t just making that up to fob off?"
Damian didn’t want to continue the conversation. He glanced at his watch for the ti and, saying, "I have work to do," strode away.
Susan realized Damian was serious and joyfully pursued him with questions, "Whose daughter is she? What about her education? What’s her na? Have I t her?"
Of course, among all these questions, the most important was "Whose daughter is she?"
An ordinary family? She wouldn’t allow that.
Even if her son had finally found soone, that wouldn’t do.
"You will et her," Damian just left it at that and headed to the underground garage, driving off in a sports car.
Susan wasn’t the kind to wait. Not just anyone could be the lady of the Knight Family.
She asked the butler to look into Damian’s recent activities and compile a list of all the won he had interacted with.
After instructing the butler, Susan returned to the dining room, apologetically saying, "I’m really sorry, Willow. My son is great at everything but clueless about girls. Don’t mind him; you’ll get used to him."
Susan didn’t know that Willow Grant, worried about a confrontation, had followed them and overheard their entire conversation.
But Willow pretended to know nothing, sweetly and sadly saying, "It’s okay, Mrs. Stone. It’s normal for Young Master Knight to be upset. I have indeed disturbed you. Maybe... I should just stay in the house my dad bought for ."
"No way! It’s not good for you to be living alone in Crestfall where you know no one. Stay here and keep company; don’t mind him," Susan said, smiling warmly and affectionately holding Willow’s hand.
In truth, she had her plans too.
If it turned out that the girl Damian had found himself could compare with Willow in family and qualities, she could then tell Willow, "You know Crestfall now, so it’s uncomfortable to stay here," and ask her to leave.
Willow, with her sharp instincts, understood perfectly.
If it were anyone else, she would have left already.
In Rivain, she was the one choosing others; she didn’t intend to be the chosen one.
But upon eting Damian, coupled with the Knight Family’s status and position, she was willing to take a chance.
In Rivain, she was the best, and if she were to marry, she would find the best.
And Damian Knight, she thought, looked quite promising.
Their thoughts hidden, they appeared harmonious on the surface.
Elsewhere, Damian sped all the way to the shooting location.
This ti it was a studio shoot. Upon arriving, he had his assistant distribute the breakfast he brought and, alongside his chief assistant, checked the security around the shooting location.
Once everything was inspected, he finally stepped into the shooting studio.
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