Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 275: Who Gave the Money?

Chapter 275: Who Gave the Money?

Sophia Greenwood seemed in no hurry to leave. After a moment, Damien Sterling looked up, his voice indifferent, "Is there something else you need?"

Sophia bit her lip, occasionally casting shy glances at Damien, "Grandfather mentioned the other day that I should come over for dinner."

"Sure."

"Really?" Sophia asked, a hint of joy in her voice.

"Grandfather’s always home, he has nothing much to do. You can visit anytime."

"And you?" Sophia asked, her head bowed, seeing this as a rare opportunity to be close to Damien.

"Just go by yourself," Damien responded bluntly, then paused before looking up at Sophia again, "Is that everything?"

Sophia nodded and turned to leave. However, just as she took a few steps, Damien’s voice stopped her, "Wait a second."

Sophia quickly turned around, nearly twisting her ankle in her haste, her face breaking into a hopeful smile, "What is it, darling Damien?"

She waited expectantly, hoping he had changed his mind.

Instead, what came was a casual command, "Send Emma Hart in."

Sophia’s heart sank with disappointment, her internal scoff echoing as she turned, defeated. Approaching the door, she glanced disdainfully at Emma sitting on the sofa, unable to bring herself to look directly at her, "Darling Damien wants you inside."

For some reason, Emma felt a chill as she caught Sophia’s murderous glare. Why did it feel like the temperature had just dropped several degrees?

Shivering slightly, Emma pushed aside her discomfort; she had a score to settle with Damien, and she wasn’t about to let Sophia extinguish the fire of her anger so easily!

Inside the office, Damien sipped some water and walked over to the indoor golf area. Sitting all day was uncomfortable; he needed to stretch his legs.

Positioning himself, he aimed at the golf hole with perfect posture, preparing to make his shot.

Just as he swung, Emma’s accusing voice rang out, "Why are you sending money to my brother?"

At the same time, Damien’s golf ball veered off course. He grimaced and shook his head, "That was a bad shot."

His nonchalant demeanor only infuriated Emma more. It seemed as though nothing was a big deal to him. Did he not realize the seriousness of the issue? Well, she was about to make it very clear!

"Do you think having money means you can do whatever you want?" Emma Hart rebuked Damien Sterling, her patience with his behavior wearing thin.

Damien casually set up another golf ball, aiming nonchalantly as he responded, "Isn’t that the case?"

What kind of response was that? Emma certainly didn’t think so. She resolved to set him straight; money wasn’t a license to act recklessly, not everything was permissible just because you could afford it!

"Well..." Emma’s mind raced, but she couldn’t think of a good counterargument. Could it really be that money allowed one to do as they pleased?

"What?" Damien asked, hitting the golf ball smoothly into the hole and responding to Emma in a distracted, half-hearted manner.

Frustrated, Emma decided to drop the topic of money’s "omnipotence."

"Damien Sterling, sometimes money can ruin a person. College students should live lives just like everyone else, lives that are normal for them. There’s already so many temptations, and with money, they’re sure to go astray! Didn’t we agree you wouldn’t meddle with my family? Haven’t you hurt me enough already that now you must target my family too? What are you really after, Damien Sterling?" Emma said passionately, her face turning red from her fervent speech, yet Damien didn’t even glance her way.

Fed up, Emma crouched down, ready to disrupt Damien’s game to get his attention. This man never seemed to understand respect, not even knowing to look at someone when they were speaking to him!

Just then, a golf ball from Damien’s play flew rapidly towards Emma. Reacting swiftly, Damien stepped forward, and just inches away from Emma, his club swung sharply, the sound of the ball hitting glass echoing as it crashed to the floor.

Emma Hart turned around, oblivious to the critical moment that had just unfolded behind her. Unbeknownst to her, she had somehow found a newspaper and used it to block Damien Sterling’s golf hole, triumphantly dusting off her hands as she declared, "Mission accomplished!"

Damien looked at Emma with resignation. She always thought her moments of peace were effortlessly achieved, unaware that he had shielded her from harm.

Dropping his golf club, Damien casually reached for a cigarette on the table, then paused, remembering Emma was behind him. Sometimes, old habits are hard to break, yet some things you restrain yourself from without even trying, for her sake.

He tossed the cigarette aside and picked up a glass of water instead, "You said a lot just now, what were you trying to express?"

He hadn’t really paid attention to her earlier rant, assuming she was just venting her frustrations at him again.

He didn’t hear anything!

Emma rolled her eyes, feeling like she had been talking to a wall.

"Why are you sending money to my brother?"

Damien furrowed his brow, replying tersely, "I didn’t." He then took a sip from the clear water glass.

"Can’t you just admit it like a man!" Emma exclaimed, hands on her hips, frustrated by Damien’s evasiveness. If he had the guts to do it, why not own up to it?

"What about me isn’t manly?" Damien retorted, his gaze intense and slightly mocking, as if his very look could convey a thousand disgraceful suggestions.

Emma avoided his gaze, "I’m asking you why you gave money to my brother! Do you want him to end up a delinquent like you?"

"Your brother might not even have the talent to match me."

"So what are you saying?"

"I’ll tell you again, I didn’t send the money!" Damien insisted, his gaze steady on Emma, looking genuinely truthful. If not him, then who?

Emma hesitated, doubting her suspicions for a moment.

But then Damien seized the moment to turn the tables on her with a challenging look, "You better figure out who actually gave your brother the money. Or do you just enjoy spending other men’s money? What does that make your man?"

"I don’t have a man!" Emma looked down, sensing trouble. Had she really misunderstood the situation? Yet it seemed Damien was now pointing the accusation back at her!

Could the money have come from...?