?Chapter 206:


    Every executive reflexively reached for their own device, not realizing the ringtone wasn’t theirs. Their nerves were so frayed that they were almost paralyzed with fear, grateful they hadn’t been thrown out by Dn.


    Before anyone could react, Dn had already drawn out his phone, his expression unreadable as he rose from his seat. “That’s all for today,” he dered, abruptly ending the meeting.


    He then answered the call before walking out of the conference room. “What’s going on?”


    His deep, alluring voice resonated through the conference room, the barest trace of a smile lighting his features. Whatever storm had brewed inside him moments before melted away, reced by an air of surprising calm.


    His shift in mood left the entire room reeling. Everyone traded startled nces. Did they just catch a flicker of a smile on Dn’s lips? What incredibly good news could have broken through his steely exterior? The Dn standing there felt worlds away from the one they remembered.


    As the door swung shut behind Dn, the tension snapped. Everyone exhaled at once, shoulders dropping, nervousughter bubbling up.


    “Holy hell, I thought my heart was going to stop—I thought it was my phone.”


    “Same here! Nearly jumped out of my seat. Good thing my phone’s on silent, or I’d be dead meat.”


    “So, who called Mr. Scott? He’s bursting with joy, and he sounds surprisingly gentle.”


    “No clue! Maybe someone special? He never smiles like that even when it’s his family on the line.”


    “Oh my! Who could possibly tame our boss? I’d pay to know who put him in such a good mood.”


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    “Whoever it was, they’re a hero in my book. If that call hadn’te through, I’m pretty sure we’d all be toast. Whoever saved us deserves a medal.”


    Back when rumors about Dn’s supposed rtionship started swirling around the office, nobody had taken them seriously. Now, though, everyone was beginning to believe there might be some truth in them. People pulled out their phones, eager to share the day’s drama with their chat groups.


    “I had a bit of an ident…” Christina didn’t get to finish before Dn’s worried voice broke in. “Where are you? Are you alright?”


    “I’m fine. Just the car took a hit. I need you to call the insurancepany for me to handle the damage assessment,” she answered calmly.


    Dn’s nerves, tight as a wire, finally eased. He let out a breath. “As long as you’re safe.” His voice turned gentle, losing its edge. “Was it your fault? Don’t stress about it. If the insurance won’t cover it, I’ll handle everything.”


    Dn, like everyone else, assumed the one making the call was at fault. He wanted to make sure Christina knew he’d take care of her, no matter what. His mind, consumed by concern,pletely forgot that Christina was Skybreaker—the legendary racer with driving skills so sharp that she’d never get into a mess unless something had thrown her badly off.


    “No, I wasn’t at fault.” Christina quickly rified. “But the other driver’s insurancepsed. I just want our insurancepany to send someone to check the damage.”


    “Got it. Text me your location. I’ll call our insurance and get someone out there right away,” Dn replied, already making arrangements.


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