Damian’s chest heaved, his breathing labored. He slammed his cup onto the table, frustration evident. Yvette pressed her lips together, glaring at him. Murderous intent flashed in her eyes, dark fury swirling within.

Tyson hurried to Damian’s side, watching Yvette cautiously. His heart pounded with anxiety. Even as a teenager, Yvette could easily overpower him; now, it would be impossible to stop her, he thought.

Damian and Yvette locked eyes. Under her cold stare, Damian finally yielded, signaling Tyson to step aside. Tyson reluctantly complied.

“I invited you here to catch up, not to create tension,” Damian said.

Yvette chuckled softly, turning her gaze away, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Get to the point. If I stay any longer, someone might not leave alive,” she said.

Tyson’s back tensed. Realizing Yvette’s patience was wearing thin, Damian went straight to the point. “Nathan’s girlfriend, who is one month pregnant, is probably with you, right?” he asked. Glancing at Yvette’s expression, he continued, “After all, the child is Goodman family. It’s not right to let her wander aimlessly. You shouldn’t be involved. The Goodman family will treat her well. I’ve checked her background; she's a founder and brand designer at Vibe. It's not a high-powered position, but sufficient for a Goodman in-law. Don’t worry, since she’s your friend, I’ll have Nathan arrange a wedding date.”

Yvette tilted her head, fingers tracing the glass. Her elegant eyebrows furrowed. “Who do you think you are? The Goodman family wants to marry Sienna off without asking her?” she said.

Damian’s face darkened. He couldn’t believe a woman wouldn’t want to marry into the Goodman family. Unless she was insane.

“Here’s the deal,” Damian said confidently. “Call Sienna. I’ve already asked Nathan to come. Let them meet and decide. We’re uninvolved; it’s best they make their own choices. How does that sound?”

Understanding Yvette’s personality, Damian knew force wouldn't work; calm discussion was the key.

Yvette paused. Seeing Damian’s confident demeanor, she said slowly, “Alright.” She texted Sienna, receiving a reply almost instantly: “Got it, Yve. I’ll be there soon.”

Damian poured himself a fresh cup of coffee, noticing his had cooled. Yvette sat down, pulling out her phone and starting a game of Super Mario.

As Tyson passed Yvette, he glanced at her. The corner of his mouth twitched. Is this game worth her time? he wondered.

Nathan was in a meeting when Tyson called. He signaled for the meeting to pause and everyone to leave before answering. “Hi Tyson, how’s it going? What brings you to call? Does Grandpa need something?”

“No, Mr. Damian Goodman is at Royal Phoenix and wants to see you,” Tyson replied. “Yvette’s there too. Mr. Damian Goodman wants to address things personally between you and Ms. Sterling. It would be best if you came, Mr. Nathan Goodman.”

Nathan’s grip tightened on the phone. He hadn’t expected Damian to learn about Sienna so quickly. Braydon is right. Grandpa never sincerely plans to hand over control, he thought. “Okay, Tyson. I’m heading over now.”

After hanging up, Nathan tidied himself, a mix of excitement and nervousness washing over him at the thought of seeing Sienna soon. He was truly in love with her. He quickly texted Braydon an update.

Outside Royal Phoenix, Sienna saw Nathan exiting a car. Fate is playing tricks on me. What a coincidence, she thought. Frankie had been unable to drop her off, leaving Bruce, her only option, to drive her from the remote villa. Bruce was about to leave when he saw Nathan.

Seeing Sienna appear scared and uncertain, Bruce hesitated, then took his car keys and approached. “Let’s go, I’ll walk you in,” he said.

Sienna, stunned, nodded and followed. Seeing Sienna with another man, Nathan’s anger flared. He jogged toward her, reaching out to grab her. Bruce blocked him. “Mr. Goodman, watch your hand,” Bruce warned, his expression calm yet icy.

Nathan retracted his hand, glaring at Bruce. “Trying to hold my girlfriend? What’s it to you? Who are you? Don’t interfere,” he said, then turned to Sienna. “Sienna, has the baby been fussy? Has he been good?”

Sienna retorted, “Nathan, stop pretending! How could a one-month-old be upsetting? What kind of devoted boyfriend act is this? How’s your secretary, Linda?”

Sienna, initially reluctant to fight, decided not to hold back given his nastiness. Nathan’s heart skipped a beat at the disdain in her eyes, especially her mention of Linda. Linda was a casual fling, but he hadn't expected Sienna to know. He was about to explain when Tyson interrupted.

“Mr. Nathan Goodman, Mr. Damian Goodman and Ms. Yvette are waiting inside. Please, follow me.” He then addressed Bruce coldly: “Unauthorized personnel are not allowed inside. I apologize, sir.”

Sienna nervously glanced at Bruce. Yvette wouldn’t take advantage of me. She’s probably here to resolve things with Nathan, she thought.

Bruce sensed a strong martial arts aura from Tyson. He’s an expert, he thought. Mr. Damian Goodman, Nathan’s grandfather, the former king of Mysonna’s underworld? The rumors are true. He's back. But why is Yvette with him? He decided to wait outside.

Ignoring Tyson, Bruce looked at Sienna, his tone softening. “No need to worry, I’ll be right outside. Call if you need anything. With Yvette here, you can relax. I’ll wait for you all to go home together.”

Nathan’s face changed; he doubted Sienna and Bruce’s relationship. His fists clenched. He wanted to kill Bruce.

Tyson glanced nonchalantly at the three of them.