The Billionaire CEO Wants to Marry Me Every Day-Chapter 106: The Old Man Who’s Been With Countless Women

Stella Monroe smiled indifferently and said, "Do you think Clarissa’s situation is Damian Knight helping Summer Monroe? He just doesn’t want to be used by Clarissa. People with such status and position hate being utilized the most. Don’t worry, Summer, that girl will definitely be driven out by Young Master Knight! Maybe without my plotting, she will become the laughing stock of The Crestfall Circle!"

"All right, hopefully that’s the case..."

"Don’t worry about this matter anymore, quickly find a suitable man. If Damian Knight remembers that girl once helped him and doesn’t hold her for this, we have other setups to ruin her reputation."

"Got it."

The call ended, and Stella, who hadn’t been in a good mood all day, finally felt a bit relieved.

The night grew deeper, but the bustling Imperia remained lively.

Crestfall Grand Hotel banquet hall.

A group of nobles surrounded Damian Knight, eating and drinking, each with a fawning smile, hoping to get a share in Knight Group’s new project.

Damian Knight sat at the head position, his long legs crossed, leisurely and lazily swirling the red wine in his glass.

Since the banquet began, he hadn’t said a word, engrossed in his own thoughts.

The light shone on his handsome face, resembling a god untouched by earthly smoke.

Though he remained silent, he seemed like the brightest morning star on the horizon, impossible to ignore.

Everyone carefully observed Damian Knight’s expression, whispering softly—

"What’s up with Young Master Knight today? Not a word spoken? Is he displeased with this invitation?"

"Don’t you know, Young Master Knight usually speaks less, maybe he’s just in a bad mood today."

"Did the person I arranged deliver it?"

"Just got the call, they’ve already arrived at the hotel entrance."

"But... is this arrangement really okay? Others have tried to send ’gifts’ to Young Master Knight before, and ended up being thoroughly scolded..."

"Relax, the Stanton Group’s head offered up his daughter this time."

"Clarissa Stanton? Though quite attractive and famous in the socialite circle, she might not catch Young Master Knight’s eye."

"Not Clarissa Stanton, another one... I saw the photo, this time it’ll surely work!"

"Show me the photo, let me see what kind of beauty has made you, an experienced old hand with women, so certain."

Just as the man was about to reach for the phone in his pocket, Damian Knight suddenly stood up from his position.

The few people were startled, and didn’t dare to whisper anymore.

The one with the phone smiled and stood up, asking, "Is Young Master Knight tired? After drinking so much wine, why not rest at the hotel tonight, so we can head out together early tomorrow to inspect the recently demolished area in The West Suburbs."

Damian Knight was about to refuse when the phone in his pocket vibrated.

He took out his phone and glanced at it; it was a message from his mother:

"Come home early tonight, the Grant Family is visiting, and I think their daughter is quite nice. You should come back and see."

Damian Knight frowned irritably, then looked at the man and asked, "Which room?"

The man’s joy was beyond expectations, and he quickly handed over a room card, which was a suite on the top floor.

Damian Knight took the room card, indifferently saying, "Then I’ll go rest first, won’t accompany you all," then headed towards the banquet hall door.

Damian Knight hadn’t walked far when he felt a slight headache.

Throughout the banquet, he contemplated Summer Monroe’s situation, thinking about how he could help her, unknowingly having drunk a lot of wine.

The after-effect of red wine is strong; if it were anyone else, they’d have been passed out on the table by now.

Damian Knight massaged his temples, pressing the up button at the elevator.

Summer Monroe has a shoot tomorrow; he needs to lie down and rest well, so he can be energized to accompany her for filming tomorrow.