ra was at a total loss, feeling a cold sweat break out on her forehead.


    Dn calmly pushed his ss aside, his voice cool and detached. "My father''s probably going to want a word with you soon."


    ra had sworn to Walter earlier that she had no intentions toward Dn. But Walter wasn''t one to buy excuses easily. He definitely wouldn''t believe her now.


    She pressed her lips together, her mind racing for a way out. But it was clear there was no wiggle room here. She had toe clean.


    "Mr. Dn, I was just trying to get you out of a sticky situation. It seemed like you didn''t want to be there either."


    "Did I ask for your help?" he replied, his tone steady and oddly calm.


    ra was momentarily speechless because, well, he hadn''t asked for help. She''d


    just jumped in on her own. If Walter decided to act, she''d be toast.


    After a beat, she asked, "So, what do I do now?"


    Before she''d even finished speaking, Dn was already maneuvering his wheelchair to leave.


    Panicked, she quickly followed. "Mr. Dn..."


    He got into the elevator, and she had no choice but to join him. Once they


    reached his suite, and the door closed behind them, they were alone.


    He headed toward the bedroom, and ra hurried to keep up. Dn stopped and casually unbuttoned his shirt, noticing her trailing after him, and raised an eyebrow.


    "I''m changing."


    ra felt a real sense of urgency. She couldn''t afford to be Walter''s target now, or the Bradford family''spany would be in serious trouble.


    "Mr. Dn, you could use me as a shield to fend off those unwanted dates in the future. You wouldn''t just let a handy tool like me slip away, right? Besides, when I said that earlier, you didn''t stop me, which means you''re capable of handling the fallout."


    She realized Dn had quietly given his consent when she made that im. She didn''t know him well, but the Dn she''d met was at least polite and wouldn''t just let her be taken down by Walter.


    Dn had already unbuttoned two buttons and tossed his tie onto the bed. He tilted his head slightly, his Adam''s apple moving a little. "What about your boyfriend?"


    "I''ll talk to him about it."


    "Talk to him?" His tone had a mocking edge, like he was questioning which guy would be cool with that.


    ra wasn''t sure herself. Z was unpredictable, like he''d do something drastic if he thought she''d betrayed him. She was just trying to buy time and maybe get some info about that piece ofnd from Dn.


    Dn had changed and wheeled over to her, a brief smile ying on his lips. "Alright."


    Was that a yes? She let out a breath of relief, putting her hands on the back of his wheelchair and pushing him out.


    "So, about that piece ofnd, Mr. Dn, could you share a little info?"


    "No."


    ra froze, thinking she might''ve heard wrong. Dn was already at the living room sofa, picking up a file and diving into it. The sound of his pen scratching on paper filled the room. He kept his head down, like he''d forgotten she was even there.


    ra stood still for a moment, remembering he hadn''t eaten back at the restaurant. She quietly slipped out, nning to bring back some food. When asking for help, you''ve got to humble yourself; pride was useless right now.