Chapter 795

Damian, though reluctant, had to concede Arianna's superior crisis-management experience. When the elevator doors opened, Nathaniel stood waiting. The three exchanged glances. Before Damian could speak, Arianna declared, "Come with me!"

She ushered Nathaniel into her office and closed the door. However, the unclosed curtains allowed everyone to see her solemn expression, presumably concerning the perfume crisis. Damian paced restlessly outside, his mind a whirlwind.

After considerable deliberation, he concluded the woman was the source of his problems. He even suspected Naomi of accepting a bribe and attempting to frame him. This thought fueled his abrupt departure.

Despite appearing engrossed in conversation with Nathaniel, Arianna kept her eyes on Damian. Noticing his hurried exit, she dropped the pretense, subtly signaling Nathaniel.

"Where do you think that idiot's going?" Nathaniel asked casually.

"Where else? With his intellect, his options are limited," Arianna scoffed.

"It's your move next. Any problems with the perfumer?"

"None. Everything's under control." Clenching his fists, he added with a smile, "We're close to victory. Once this is over, you'll be President Arianna."

"I'm not naive. This isn't over. Don't forget my very capable uncle," Arianna replied. Her eyes darkened at the mention of Derrick. His presence felt like a ticking time bomb, a constant source of unease.

"Isn't your uncle ill and incapacitated?" Nathaniel asked nonchalantly.

"His condition is precarious. And his son is… unreachable," Arianna replied.

"What are you implying?" Arianna frowned.

"Do you think your aunt would share such news with your uncle?" Nathaniel asked, a sinister smile playing on his lips. His words held a hidden meaning Arianna quickly grasped.

"So, you mean…"

"An old man attending his son's funeral would be devastating."

"I suppose, but Benedict's fate remains uncertain."

"No news is news. It's up to those around him to interpret it," Nathaniel said, his grin widening. Arianna frowned.

"I never realized how ruthless you are."

"Ruthless? Perhaps you're simply too kind, my dear sister," Nathaniel chuckled. "Don't forget, we share a mother."

"Shut up!" Arianna's frown deepened. "Didn't I tell you not to call me that here? Are you trying to get us caught?"

"Right, right. My bad. Won't happen again." He raised his hands in surrender. Then, turning, he said, "I'll see to the perfumer. After that, we watch the show."

Nathaniel exited. Arianna finally relaxed, sinking into her chair. She stared at the documents, Nathaniel's words echoing: "An old man attending his son's funeral would be devastating… It's up to those around him to interpret it."