Chapter 1245


    Arge hand nted on the solid wooden table, the texture of the skin clear and visible. A deep


    voice filled with authority.


    “I want to see her"


    “That''s not happening.’ The man sitting across, his intense aura was as steady as a mountain, his


    handsome face revealing the calmness of age. "She''s my wife now, I have the right to decide where


    she goes. Stop obsessing over bringing a "dead" person back, it''ll make everyone happier"


    Damon''s eyes swept across. "Everyone will be happier?"


    Boyd nedded, neither confirming nor denying.


    “Who would be happier? Is it her preference to stick to the status quo, or is it yours?"


    Boyd squinted. "Sticking to the status quo is the best choice"


    Damon retracted his hand, slowly rising from his chair, and his expression cool and indifferent, yet


    containing an undeniable force.


    “Do you know her daughter has been looking for her?"


    "I know.


    “All these years, you watched her daughter go to great lengths to find her mother, but you did


    nothing? Or do you not want them to meet?"


    "She''s doing good now, isn''t that enough?"


    “What about before?"


    “Everyone has setbacks in life. She needs all sorts of experiences"


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    “If her mother was there, she wouldn''t have had to go through all that!"


    “If her mother was there, you wouldn''t have met her!"


    Nate on the side listened in horror, hands tightly clenched, already soaked in a cold sweat. The


    conversation between the two continued without any pause, the pace was steady and clear but


    filled with tension. The atmosphere in the meeting room was like Nate''s current state, tense like a


    string about to snap.


    Damon finally fell silent. This was something he truly couldn''t refute.


    Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and slight deviations could lead to huge differences. If


    not for her experiences, those coincidences, and even the decisions made in split seconds, he may


    not have encountered Chloe, and they might have beenplete strangers.


    “So, your love can''t amodate her?"


    Boyd smiled faintly. “I will bring her back.


    “What did you do before?"


    “Her physical condition before was not suitable for her daughter to see"


    Damon looked down at his watch, his face slightly darkening.


    “Mr. Harper, you should go prepare for your engagement party. Time is running out, leaving her


    there alone is unforgivable."


    Nate was also getting anxious, he couldn''t help but step forward, "Sir."


    Damon''s eyes were deep, his expression resolute. "I will take her away, she must go back with me


    today!"


    Boyd also slowly stood up. "I told you, it''s not happening."


    Damon stared at Boyd for two seconds, then raised his left hand, his gaze fixed on the watch Chloe


    gave him. Nate was on the side, his expression growing more serious. Not long after, Damon


    lowered his arm, looking up at the man across from him, standing against him. "Today, I must take


    her away, it''s my wife''s wish"


    Boyd shook his head. "Do you know the consequences of her appearance?"


    Damon replied with a smile. “I don''t care."


    “But I don''t want her to face any danger. She almost lost her life because of this, and you''re asking


    me to push her into the storm again...that''s absolutely impossible."


    "You can''t protect her?"


    “If she''s content with the status quo, she''ll be perfectly safe, I won''t have too much to worry about."


    Damon nodded. "That''s a pity. I just want my wife to be happy."


    They had different stances so more talks wouldn''t help. This negotiation hadpletely broken


    down.


    Just a few secondster, the door to the meeting room was hastily opened. It was Boyd''s executive


    assistant.


    “Mr. President, things are bad. There''s a riot at the border.


    They''re demanding to see you!"


    Boyd frowned. "Is it the border army of the Y country?"


    “No!


    Though the words were subtle, those who understood could read between the lines. Every country


    had different political factions, and B country was no exception. It was the rebel army.


    “Sir, many ministers have arrived at the council chamber.


    Journalists should be here soon. There are already casualties, and this situation might be difficult to


    handle."


    Boyd looked up at Damon, his expression serious.


    Damon, however, calmly said, “If you''re busy, I won''t disturb you."


    Damon turned and walked towards the door, and Nate stepped forward and opened the door.


    "Sir, we''ve found the location, in a vi at the center of the ind"


    The vi was heavily guarded. It was already difficult to get in, let alone get out. Casualties were


    probably unavoidable.


    Nate didn''t say much, he knew Damon would understand.


    But he didn''t hesitate at all, as he walked out of the meeting room, he said expressionlessly.


    “Hurry up."


    The meaning was clear— He was going to force his way in!


    “Alright.


    Ten minutester, a rumbling noise came from the sky above the ind. A helicopter broke the still


    air, stirring up waves, hovering above the vi.


    The first-level rm of the presidential pce went off at the same time. Boyd, who had just gotten


    into the car, heard the noise and his face immediately turned sour!


    “Turn around!"


    “Alright!” The driver was startled, his body trembling, but he quickly stepped on the brakes and


    turned the car around.


    The car was practically flying. Looking at Boyd''s face, the driver couldn''t help but tremble. The


    mature and gentle face was now covered with chilling indifference.


    When the car practically flew into the presidential pce, gunshots were already ringing out, like a


    fierce battle.


    At this moment, Damon, with Nate''s cover, sessfully entered the vi. Hearing the gunshots


    outside, the servants in the room were already terrified, huddling together in the corner, crying


    nonstop.


    Nate''s face was expressionless, he coldly raised his gun at the servants, and asked threateningly,


    "Which room is the president''s wife in?"


    "No..."


    Suddenly, a gunshot rang out. Then came a scream.


    “Shut up!"


    Then, continuous gunshots rang out. Nate raised his gun to the ceiling, firing several shots, until the


    maids'' screams stopped, he asked again, "Which room is the president''s wife in?"


    “Thest room on the third floor"


    The vi was guarded from the outside. Damon went straight to the third floor, found the room, and


    forcibly kicked open the tightly closed double doors.


    His sharp gaze fixed on the bed...