Chapter 457 His Mind Was Filled with Fantasies
She looked soft and delicate when she was sick, her eyes drooping innocently, filled with a mist that seemed ready to spill over. Her lips pouted like a child seeking attention.
At that moment, Damian had a sudden illusion, feeling as if Ashley were his daughter.
Even if she wanted the moon in the sky, he would find a way to get it for her.
But such an illusion wouldn't linger long in the rational mind of Damian. He stood there with one hand in his pocket, his tall figure exuding natural authority. "Tell me what you need first."
Ashley smiled, "You're really cautious, afraid I'll ask you to rob a bank?"
"Who knows."
Not joking, Ashley said seriously, "If I talk to you about work at home, will you be mad?"
Damian showed no expression, "Work comes in many forms. Some are harmless, some are best left unmentioned."
How was Damian always so impeccable?
"Don't worry, I'm not a workaholic who thinks about work 24/7. I just want you to help me investigate something."
"What?"
"My dad and my brother."
Damian pondered, scrutinizing her, "Be specific."
Ashley gestured to the sofa nearby, "Do you want to sit down?"
Damian didn't stand on ceremony, "You look like it's something serious."
"It's quite serious for me, but Mr. Hearst, with your capabilities, you might not think it's a big deal." Ashley flattered him a bit to ease into the conversation.
She had thought about this many times, but her own power was too limited. If she relied on herself to investigate, by the time she found out anything, her parents would be old. What would be the point of returning to the country then?
"No need to flatter me, just say it."
Even if Ashley didn't say it, Damian could guess her intention. She probably suspected that everything her father and brother had encountered wasn't as simple as it seemed.
"I suspect someone is deliberately suppressing my dad, preventing them from returning to the country. Even if we can't repay that debt, even if we clear all the bad debts, they still can't get out of trouble. I want you to find out who my dad and brother offended in the past."
After Ashley finished speaking, she looked at Damian seriously, listening to the sound of time ticking away.
Damian finally spoke, asking calmly, "And after you find out?"
Ashley was stunned for a moment, "After..."
Damian spoke slowly, "Even if things are as you suspect, and your dad offended someone leading to today's situation, what can you do? The person your dad didn't dare to provoke, you dare to? He hides overseas, not daring to confront them. What do you have to turn the situation around? Or are you planning to avenge your father?"
Thinking of her parents, Ashley felt very lost. The problems she faced were too big to handle.
Damian's words only exposed her unease.
"I haven't thought that far, but if I don't even know who the enemy is, I can't do anything. Once I find the target, at least I can infiltrate step by step and look for opportunities to build connections."
Damian scrutinized her. Despite her clear and pure eyes, why did they always hide something he couldn't see through?
"You've even thought about the next steps. You're quite something."
Ashley pretended not to hear the mockery in his tone, "After all, they are my closest family. I have to hold on, no matter what. It depends on whether Mr. Hearst is willing to help me."
Damian said, "This isn't as easy as arranging for you to work at KM. If someone is indeed acting deliberately, once they find out my people are investigating, I'll also be held responsible."
He spoke as if he were weak and helpless, afraid of being bullied. Who didn't know that the name Damian was a golden ticket anywhere? Yet he spoke so pitifully.
Ashley didn't expose him, calmly saying, "I know this isn't easy, so in exchange, I can help you too."
Damian leaned against the armrest, leisurely, "What do I need your help with?"
Such arrogant confidence. Anyone else would be drowned in spit.
But when he said it, it seemed so natural.
Ashley said, "Mr. Hearst, your career is thriving, and your personal abilities are unmatched. But everyone has weaknesses and needs help. For example, in the company, you have to guard against Victor and Nathan. Nathan is still young, but he follows Victor every day and will eventually learn his ways. By then, won't you be attacked from both sides?"
Damian didn't take them too seriously, but Ashley's analysis made sense. He was willing to hear more, "How?"
"I've been in the company these days, and I won't be idle. I can't say I'll eliminate your opponents, but at least I can weaken their alliance, making your grandfather less trusting of them."
Damian actually gave her a bureaucratic response, chuckling, "They're family. I don't intend to harm my own brothers."
Damn it!
Finally, he had a tongue, saying everything!
Who used to dislike Victor and Nathan!
Ashley held back, "Then consider it me meddling, not wanting to see others take your cake, and wanting to clean your yard for you, how about that?"
"You only have a month. Are you overestimating yourself?"
"A lot can happen in a month."
Damian said, "I'll consider it."
She only had a month, and he still needed to consider?
That night, after washing up, Ashley stared at the bookshelf for a long time, finally finding a few books she wanted in the vast sea of books.
She went upstairs and knocked on the door.
"Mr. Hearst..."
Pushing the door open, she unexpectedly saw Damian just out of the shower, with only a white towel loosely wrapped around his waist, his muscular lines fully visible, large water droplets dripping down his chest.
Damian casually wiped his wet hair, "Stunned?"
Ashley had seen his body many times, always impressive, "I brought you some books."
"What?"
"Reading some light and pleasant words before bed won't give you nightmares."
Who reads detective novels before bed?
Damian didn't even remember having a collection of essays on his bookshelf, hardcover, first edition, with the author's signature on the title page, "I don't read essays and poetry."
Such writings were too pretentious, posing, and meaningless.
"Just think of it as a change of pace. It might work. This writer's prose is very beautiful and moving."
Damian reluctantly accepted, "What if it doesn't work?"
"Then I'll think of something else."
Her stomach ache hadn't fully recovered, so she skipped the massage service.
The next day, Ashley got up early, feeling light as a feather. While preparing breakfast, she looked outside, surprised that Damian, who seemed to have an internal alarm clock, hadn't gone for a run?
She finished toasting the bread and turned to see Damian coming down from the second floor with a sullen face.
"Mr. Hearst, good morning."
Damian looked furious, "Are those the books you like?"
Ashley's eyes widened, "What's wrong? Didn't they work?"
Damian frowned, in a terrible mood, "I didn't sleep a wink all night."
Previously, insomnia was just simple insomnia. Last night, after reading some sad and meaningless poetry and essays, his mind was filled with wild thoughts.
He hadn't been this sentimental even during puberty, and now he was regressing.
"Alright, I'll try a different approach today. Maybe philosophy will work."
Damian had already washed up and sat down, looking at the breakfast on the table, "A new variety?"
Ashley swore she tried hard to learn how to fry eggs, but no matter what, she couldn't make them look like in the videos, with the egg white perfectly surrounding the yolk.
So she had to scramble the eggs.
"Eggs are eggs. How different can they be? If you don't like it, I'll redo it."
Redoing it wouldn't make it much better.
Damian had high standards for food, requiring color, aroma, and taste. What she made was zero in all aspects.
Ashley nervously served the hot milk, "The bacon is cooked well."
Not very confident.
But surprisingly, Damian, though dissatisfied, finished it.
Ashley secretly watched him eat, for some reason, feeling like laughing.
The car arrived at KM Tower, Damian went to the morning meeting, and Ashley continued reviewing yesterday's documents.
Busy until eleven o'clock.
Damian finally finished the meeting and returned, but he wasn't alone.
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