Chapter 40

Mini's hands were shaking with fury. Daimon Blackwood—arrogant, self-righteous, insufferable. He hadn't changed at all. Five years ago, he had crushed Enlyan's spirit with his cold indifference, with his illusions of superiority. And now, here he was again, trying to dictate everything with money and power. Did he think he could buy his way into caring for Iris? Did he think a few well-placed orders made him a better man? She clenched her fists. "If you don’t want money, then get out of my way," he said coldly. His gaze flicked briefly to the unconscious woman on the bed. "I’ll arrange for a professional nurse. After all, she’s a designer we hired from the UK. This is a company matter, and a kindergarten teacher like you has no business interfering." Mini sucked in a sharp breath. That bastard. Her vision blurred with rage as Daimon turned on his heel and walked away. The confidence in his stride, the power in his presence—it was as if he hadn’t been the same man who had panicked at th