"I'll go with you," Victoria Don insisted on following.
"No need."
Damon Hawke deliberately softened his voice, "You focus on learning from the secretary at the company, aim to finish quickly and become my right-hand person."
What he needed to do now was stabilize her.
Someone had promised they would find a way to cure him.
"Alright then, Tom, I'll definitely become your right-hand person."
Even though Victoria Don was reluctant deep inside, hearing Damon Hawke speak to her in such a gentle voice, she suppressed her impatience.
At this point, she's not in a hurry.
Once she's learned the ropes here, she can be with him every day.
Damon Hawke went to a dock by the sea.
The sea breeze blew, carrying the salty air, as he struggled to sift through his memories.
However, his mind was empty.
All he could recall were the memories instilled in him by Vinny Hawke and Andrew King.
The original base of the Netherworld Organization used to be near this sea area.
