The Reborn Wife Of The Tyrant CEO
Chapter 52

Chapter 52: Chapter 52

When Damon and I pulled up at the Chemical Plant, there were already a bunch of guys, all in their forties or fifties, gathered at the entrance shouting something. As soon if as they saw Damon’s car, they all turned to look our way. "What are we doing here?" I got a bad feeling about this and asked Damon the moment we stopped the car "We’re here to negotiate." Damon responded casually as if the angry mobs were not about to pounce on him. As Damon was about to get out of the car, I quickly made my position clear, "I’m not going there, you go!" If a fight broke out, a weakling like me would be knocked out cold. Damon retorted coldly. "Whether you like it or not, you’re going. Remember you’re my secretary now. Do you want me to tell my mom about your poor work? I was fed up. How dare Damon use his mom to threaten me? And yet, I had no choice but to suck it up since it was Lisa who pressured me into working as a personal secretary at Coleman Co. If she found out about my bad attitude, she would have a poor impression of me. I gritted my teeth, "Fine, let’s go!" After getting out of the car, I followed behind Damon, heading towards the furious crowd. "Are you Mr. Coleman from Coleman Co.?" The man leading the group, around fifty and a bit chubby with a not-so-great appearance, was Ariel’s dad "Yes, I’m here today to discuss the compensation for the demolition of residential houses. Would you care to represent the group and have a chat with me in the car? Damon asked politely.

I thought the power of love had turned the usually arrogant Damon into a polite and humble gentleman in front of his future father-in-law. Dean seemed surprised by Damon’s politeness. After glancing back at the others, he nodded, "Okay" I knew that after this negotiation, Damon would offer a satisfactory solution to Dean. All thanks to Ariel,

who had probably already talked to Damon. Damon was a shrewd businessman. He would tell Ariel that he was not in charge of the plant renovation and was not aware of the situation. Then he would personally resolve the issue, giving Ariel the impression that he was stepping back for her. How important was the amount of compensation? Damon could not have been unaware of it. Only a naive little girl like Ariel would believe him. I followed Damon and Dean back to the car. As soon as I got in, I found an excuse to get out again. I didn’t want to hear their conversation or see Damon backing down for love. In the past, I had begged Damon to spare the Brooke family, but he turned me down. Compared to him, I was a total loser. After more than half an hour, Dean got out of the car. He didn’t look happy and just walked away without a word to me. Damon didn’t get out of the car. What was going on? Shouldn’t he be happy? I was confused. As I watched Ariel dad rejoin the crowd and say something, the crowd started to get restless. I shook my head and turned to go back to the car "Eliana!" The next second, I saw Damon rush out of the car looking panicked. Before I could react, I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head. I touched my head and saw my hand covered in warm blood "Blood..." I murmured as I looked at my bloody hand, then I passed out. When I woke up, I was in the hospital with my mom sitting by my bedside. Seeing that I was awake, she asked, "Eliana, how do you feel? is your head still hurting "Mom?" I asked weakly as my vision cleared, "Why are you here?" "You’re in the hospital, you’ve been hurt. Why would Damon take you to such a dangerous place? Someone hit you in the back of the head with a stick. You had a severe concussion and bled a lot, but luckily there was no internal bleeding. My mom sounded blaming but actually worried over me. I touched the bandages on my head and asked in horror, "Mom, they didn’t shave my hair, did they?

My mother looked at me helplessly, "Is that important?! You’re worried about your hair now? "Mom, if my hair was sh aved off, how could I face anyone?" I complained. "Don’t worry, they only sh aved a small spot where you were hurt. Once your hair grows back, it will cover it. My mom reassured me. I sighed in relief and then asked, "Where’s Damon?" I knew it wasn’t Damon’s fault. He was negotiating with Dean when I decided to get out of the car. If I had stayed in the car, I wouldn’t have been hit in the head And when I was attacked, Damon rushed out of the car. I was surprised to see him so worried. "He’s dealing with your hospital admission." My mom said as she peeled an apple for me. Just as she finished her sentence, Damon walked in. Seeing that I was awake, he let out a sigh of relief and asked, "How are you feeling? "I’m okay, I remember who you are." I replied. "Good, get some rest. I’m heading back to the office. If you’re feeling uncomfortable, call the doctor Damon, put some fruit on my bedside table, greeted my mom, and left the room. I knew Damon wouldn’t explain too much to my mom, so I told her the whole story and assured her that it wasn’t Damon’s fault "See, you’re making excuses for Damon again. You said you were over with him, but I don’t think you are." My mom seized on this. "Mom, we should distinguish right from wrong when dealing with people. Just because my feelings for him have faded doesn’t mean I should start slandering him maliciously, right? If I did that, I would be so immoral." I smiled helplessly. My mom snorted and handed me the peeled apple. I took a bite and asked, "Where’s dad? You didn’t tell him I was hurt, did you?" Your dad is on a business trip. I haven’t told him about your injury. If he knew, he would definitely confront Damon. My mom said, "But it’s surprising that Damonl agreed to let me work at Coleman Co. You should learn as much as you can from him. It will be very beneficial when you come back to our company."

My mom’s words had me laugh, "Haha, Mom, you make it sound like I’m some sort of corporate spy?" My mom also started laughing. "You and Damon are husband and wife, so both companies are the same to you. But your dad and I only have one kid. We of course hope that you can take over our company in the future. If you really don’t want to, then we’ll have no choice but to hand it over to a trust."