When Damon looked at the report the nest morning, his face darkened.

He was a bit surprised when he knew who was the master mind of Anya’s matter in the studio.

It was his very own mother.

Damon threw the document on the desk and leaned back on his swivel chair. He pondered heavily about this.

He knew his mother would not give up easily about his decision, but he did not expect for her to do this move. She doesn’t even know Anya that well, this kind of hostility, why would she have it?

Unless someone was whispering nonsense on her ears and adding fuel to her hatred.

Veronica...