Elara Don swallowed the words she was about to say.
She looked at the man's stern and cold face and silently lowered her head.
"Damon Hawke, you really hate Victoria Don, don't you!"
He hates Victoria Don so much, would he really let her go just for his own purposes?
She wasn't sure at all.
"Victoria Don has been playing both you and me for fools, don't you hate her?"
Damon Hawke frowned, looking suspiciously at Elara Don.
He had punished Victoria Don; shouldn't she be moved and lean into his embrace with gratitude?
Then he could take the opportunity to ask for some benefits.
Why is it different from what he thought?
"Of course I hate her…"
Elara Don said and, at that moment, Damon Hawke's phone rang.
Damon Hawke took out his phone and glanced at it, a slight smile on his lips.
"Hello, mom."
It was a call from the family estate.
Presumably, they were asking if he had left and if Elara Don was returning with him.
