He turned and walked out of the office, determined to eventually catch Dn''s clever maneuvers.


    ra was getting pretty tired of Simon''s constant gossip, which made things awkward between her and Dn.


    As she turned to leave, she noticed Dn trying to stand up, but he identally knocked over his coffee cup, spilling it all over his suit pants. He frowned a bit, awkwardly bending down to clean up the mess.


    ra quickly stepped in, grabbing some tissues from the desk to help out. "Mr. Dn, please sit down. Let me take care of this." His leg was clearly bothering him, but he didn''t seem like the type to ask for help.


    Dn slowly sat back down, watching her carefully as she cleaned up the spill.


    ra tossed the tissues in the trash and grabbed a mop to wipe up the coffee on the floor. Just as she was about to put the mop away, she heard him speak.


    "Ever since my leg got messed up like this, I feel like a burden."


    ra thought she must''ve heard wrong. Could someone as strong as Dn really feel that way? Guilt tugged at her. His injury was her fault after all. She felt like the


    bad guy.


    She quickly knelt beside him, speaking earnestly. "Mr. Dn, please don''t say that. We all look up to you. I saw your interview on Wall Street-you were amazing. Plus, you looked great doing it. By the way, aren''t you in rehab? Will your leg get better soon?"


    She had already cleaned the coffee cup and set it beside him. Dn''s fingers tightened around the cup handle. "What if it doesn''t get better?"


    ra felt a wave of anxiety. If it didn''t improve, it was all on her. After a few moments of deep thought, she squeezed his hand seriously. "If it doesn''t, I''ll take care of you."


    Dn''s fingers paused, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. ra quickly let go of his hand. Nobody could handle seeing a strong man show such vulnerability.


    Some things are just unavoidable-like stepping in to save the day or being someone''s hero. Whenever Dn seemed down about his leg, she felt like she deserved the me.


    Dn gently took her hand, "How long will you take care of me?"


    "Until your leg heals, Mr. Dn. I''ll be at your beck and call. Even though I don''t know all the details, your leg is my concern." She felt a twinge of guilt, adding, "You haven''t med me at all, which shows how great you are."


    He lightly pinched her fingertips, like he was ying with a kitten''s paw. She felt like she was being teased, but hesitated to pull her hand away. Dn''s expression was all business.


    He toyed with her hand for a few minutes before slowly letting go. "Remember what you said."


    ra straightened up quickly, "I won''t, but I''ve really gotta go now."


    She grabbed her bag and rushed out of the office. She hadn''t forgotten her next mission: to find the guy who kept pestering the Bradford family for money. He was the key to exposing Quinn, solving Hugh''s problems, and getting the Ferguson Corporation project back on track.


    Dn watched her leave, then nced at his fingers, his eyes dark and thoughtful. His phone buzzed, and he answered it with a hint of irritation, simply saying, "Find something for Simon to do."


    The call ended quickly, no more words needed.


    ra had Aiden help her track down the person, and he was impressively quick. But when she looked at the location, she was confused. "Where is this ce?"


    She''d never heard of it, and it didn''t even show up on maps. Aiden gave her a quick nce, "Drive towards the lighthouse, then go right for a kilometer. There''s an estate. Enter through the gate to reach the outer area."


    ra furrowed her brow, sensing some secrecy. "It''s not dangerous, is it?"


    "Ms. ra, with riskes opportunity. This ce will definitely open your eyes." Since Aiden was someone Dn trusted, ra let her guard down and followed his directions to the spot.