Chapter 464 Whoever Wants It, Come and Fight for It

It seemed like there was a moment of hesitation over there, then they said, "What happened before doesn't matter anymore. The main thing is, Selene is dead. The Selene in your memory is already dead."

If Selene was dead, then who took the bullet for him?

How could a woman who had no feelings for him throw herself in harm's way without hesitation?

There was more to the story, and he wouldn't overlook it.

Damian controlled his emotions, calming the turmoil within him. "Who? Who took you away?"

"That's not important anymore. But after all these years, you still recognize me and are still looking for me. I'm very touched. At least it shows I hold some weight in your heart."

Her voice hadn't changed much. Even through the transatlantic radio waves, it clearly reminded him of what Selene used to be like—every frown, every smile, every movement. She wasn't just a symbol or a name; she was a living being. The still heart began to beat again, signaling a new beginning.

Damian asked word by word, "Is it that you don't want to come back, or that you don't dare to come back? Is he controlling you?"

If the other party didn't have something on her, why would Selene willingly wander in a foreign land?

Damian didn't believe Selene disappeared voluntarily!

"I can't talk to you anymore. Just don't look for me."

"Selene, listen to me. Until I get to the bottom of this, I won't give up."

A moment later, the phone was handed over to Thomas. "Mr. Hearst, Ms. Peterson's situation is a bit complicated, but she insists I stop watching her. She says it's for my good and yours, or else she will disappear again."

Damian couldn't yet determine Selene's situation and couldn't let go rashly. He said coldly, "Find a stranger to watch her secretly and ensure her safety."

"Yes, Mr. Hearst. Should I return to the country?"

"Okay."

Putting down the phone, Damian closed his eyes, pinched his brow hard, and then dialed a number. "What have you found?"

He had dispatched two teams, one led by Thomas to ensure her safety, and the other to secretly track the opposing forces.

"We found something, but it's a bit strange. Mr. Hearst, do you have any business dealings with the Volcano Group in Sylvania?"

Volcano, Damian knew well. Founded just over a decade ago, it had become a hot tech and internet company in Sylvania due to its bold and aggressive tactics, making rapid progress in recent years, even developing its own aerospace technology.

But their CEO's identity was mysterious, never appearing in public, still a mystery to this day.

The ones attending events were always the vice presidents and professional managers.

However, KM had no business dealings with Volcano, and Damian had no intention of getting involved in their affairs, so he hadn't investigated them.

"Go on."

"The private jets we've been tracking were all dispatched by the Volcano Group. Many of the bodyguards were also sent by them. So even if it's not directly Volcano people involved, they're helping secretly. These planes aren't privately owned but are registered under the company, showing that this person is quite cautious, afraid of being traced."

So, it was not just a gang rivalry but also involves commercial competition. If it were just business competition, why make things difficult for a girl?

At that time, Selene was just a young girl!

"Investigate the owner behind Volcano and find the real controlling person."

"Yes, Mr. Hearst!"

When Damian came out, he had already regained his usual calm composure. No one could see the inner turmoil he had experienced.

Ashley said, "Mr. Hearst, Nathan was here just now. I asked him to wait."

"Okay."

His tone was very light.

Looking down, the fruit plate on the table was gone, now appearing on the coffee table in the reception room.

Nathan was now in the marketing department, responsible for major projects. But he was still young, and although his position was high, his authority was actually limited. The people Damian sent to assist him were essentially there to restrain him, preventing him from acting recklessly.

Seeing Nathan's displeased expression, Damian could easily guess his intentions.

"Go ahead, what's the matter?"

Nathan, just in his early twenties, still young and immature, couldn't change his delicate nature even in a suit. When venting his displeasure, he looked like a rebellious teenager. "This project is simply unworkable! No one listens to my proposals, and those old guys are always against me!"

Damian glanced at the project details he handed over, knowing without looking which one it was. "Be specific."

"This is a senior housing project, right? I said senior housing needs to provide ample activity space. Where else would the elderly go for a walk? So I suggested turning the middle area into a park, but Charles insisted on building a hospital there, clearly opposing me!"

Damian said, "Where's the proposal?"

Nathan snorted, annoyed. "You never adopt my proposals anyway. I'll just tell you verbally. If you think it's feasible, I'll write it up. Otherwise, it's a waste of effort."

Damian grabbed the project materials and tossed them to him. "Whether you write it or not shows your work attitude. Whether it can be used shows your work ability. If you don't even have a proper attitude, how can you expect others to recognize your ability?"

Nathan caught the materials and looked coldly at Ashley, who was focused on her computer, raising his voice in frustration. "I admit my ability is lacking, but what about her? I've been unhappy with her for a long time! A lawyer whose license was revoked, bossing around in the company's legal department, openly giving orders! You two are already divorced, so why can she still freely enter the company? She must be very good at pleasing you, making everything smooth!"

After Nathan's outburst, the office fell silent for a moment.

He had been holding these words in for many days, probably rehearsing them many times to say them so fluently.

Ashley frowned, looking at the composed Damian sitting in his chair.

At this moment, she shouldn't interrupt, only wait for his response.

Damian looked at the fuming Nathan. "Finished?"

One sentence, as if from the depths of a valley, brought a chill and a sense of foreboding.

Nathan, who had been righteous just a moment ago, suddenly deflated.

He swallowed, his courage clearly waning. "I'm telling the truth."

Damian didn't even look at him. "I don't need to explain to you."

"Then aren't you afraid Grandpa will find out?" Nathan gritted his teeth.

He had heard a lot from Victor. Damian listened to Ashley, an outsider, allowing Daryl to continue as general manager, and the Fields Group's development direction was basically following her ideas.

Victor was the group's vice president, yet he was being played by Damian and his wife!

No, Ashley was just a despicable woman!

Ashley nervously clenched her hands.

Anthony... that old fox.

Damian said coldly, "You think he doesn't already know?"

It's been over ten days. With Grandpa's information network, he should have known long ago.

"Grandpa's health isn't good, and the family tries to shield him from bad news. You know his attitude towards Ashley. If you don't want to anger him and make him ill, you shouldn't go against his wishes." Nathan spoke confidently.

Ashley suspected someone was coaching him.

Who? Victor? Or his mother?

Damian said, "This is my personal decision. If the chairman has any objections, I will explain to him personally, without needing to go through you."

Nathan, emboldened by his youth, spoke without restraint. "Damian, you mean to say that sitting in this position, you can enjoy special privileges."

Ashley thought, damn it, Nathan is too cunning, accusing Damian of abusing his power for personal gain.

Damian chuckled lightly. "That's right, it is a privilege."

Ashley was stunned.

Was this man crazy? Admitting it?

Nathan laughed. "Damian, this position won't always belong to you. Grandpa hasn't designated an heir yet. Don't you think overstepping him now is cutting off your own future?"

Damian nonchalantly tapped the desk. "Anyone who wants it can come and fight for it, including you."

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