Love's Perfect Match

Chapter 742 Side Story: Childhood Sweetheart 2

Damian knew his actions might have seemed intimidating earlier, but he only acted that way because his temper had been triggered. "Alright. I promise never to act like that in front of you again," he offered. Alice simply nodded with a dumbfounded look on her face. She still saw him as her precious elder brother regardless of how Damian was.

"What a good girl. I'll bring you home for a meal tonight," Damian offered. "You can come over to mine," he added. Even though this was just a tiny incident, the effects of it had yet to die down. Caleb Smith, the kid who got beaten up, told his parents about the entire incident after he got home. When his parents heard about how their child had been bullied at school, they were furious. They rushed over to the school and demanded justice for their son.

After multiple questions and searches for evidence, the school concluded that Damian was the one who had beaten Caleb up. Damian was summoned to the principal's office, but he stood there with an indifferent and nonchalant look on his face.

The principal felt a headache coming as he thought, On one hand, the victim and their parents have every reason to demand justice, but on the other hand, the perpetrator is the son of one of the school's investors. Either way, this isn't going to turn out well.

So, the principal suggested that they reconcile with one another. The parents were open to this idea, but Damian looked as if he had no intention of apologizing. "What did I do wrong? Why should I apologize? He wrote my sister a love letter containing nasty, perverted words.

Caleb's face turned pale upon hearing Damian's words. Caleb's parents hadn't expected their son to engage in such behavior. All that they knew was how their son was beaten up—they didn't know that he was beaten up for such reasons. So, Eliza Craker turned around to glare at her own son. "Is he telling the truth? Did you send a love letter to some other girl?"

Caleb nodded bashfully. Eliza sighed when she realized that her son had been the first to spark conflict in this situation. "Well, since Caleb was the one who started this, then… How about this? Since you were the one who injured my son, why don't you just apologize to him, and we call it quits, okay? You don't need to pay for any medical bills, either. We have the money," Eliza offered.

chest as she stuck a shaky finger out to point directly at Damian's nose. "I hadn't expected a child like you to be so disobedient.

simple school brawl to become a court case. "I don't think there's a need for that, Mrs. Scotch." The principal wasn't worried about Damian's safety. Instead, he was more

Hank. Damian could commit more than just violence; he probably wouldn't have to enter the police station even if he committed some other heinous crimes. No, he wouldn't

Alice out. So, the Damazios would be

was. All she knew was that he was a stubborn and ill-tempered teenager. "What do you mean there's no need?!" Eliza wanted to make a huge fuss out of this thing so that she would at least manage to ruin the

heard a brief summary of the matter. Judging from your words,

he often took up a huge spot in the finance section of the weekly magazines. Both Eliza and her husband

the meek and helpless look on his son's face before turning to face Callum with a smile. "You're mistaken. We wouldn't dare to teach

on their faces before scoffing to himself. "How embarrassing." Both husband and wife's smiles froze when they heard Damian's words. Since they were all experienced people in the industry, they were quick to process and react to the situation. "You're right, Damian. We were too rash earlier and might have said

had their reasons. So, he simply kept his head low without saying anything. "I heard that you're working in one of the Winthrop Group's subsidiary companies, right, Mr. Scotch?" Benedict felt like someone was choking him upon hearing the man's words—he couldn't speak at all. For a

digits, and he only had to work for five days each week. Such job offers were rare to come. Benedict refused to lose his job, so he responded meekly as beads of sweat forming on

give you a promotion as compensation." Callum didn't seem like he was joking—he looked like he