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The Apple of My Eye novel Chapter 2078

"Mr. Li, don't you know that the news about you and Sheryl has gone viral? Even if I want to help you by retracting the news about the two of you, I cannot put an end to the circulation of the news. Kindly understand that I have no say in this matter. I'm sorry," the editor said, as politely, as he could.

Damian wasn't ready to give up yet. He pushed the request further and tried everything in his power to persuade the editor. But nothing could make the editor come to terms with Damian.

"My apologies, Mr. Li, I have an important meeting that I've got to attend. If you'll excuse me, we can talk about it some other time." He hung up on Damian before he could say another word.

Clutching his phone, Damian let out a sigh, feeling powerless. He tried contacting a couple of other editors, but every single one of them had turned him down, with reasons of their own. The phone calls hadn't helped Damian in any way. They made the story more interesting and sensational instead.

The phone calls had sown the seeds of suspicion in Damian's mind. In the end, he was sure that someone had been plotting against him. Otherwise, at least one editor would've heeded to his request. Whoever it was, had been playing a different game. They had anticipated that Damian would reach out to the editors and had gotten to them before Damian could.

Damian's mind was thrumming in confusion. He was vulnerable and had no idea what to do next. His thoughts were interrupted by the blaring sound of his phone. The call was from an unknown number. Damian stared at his phone for a while before picking up the call.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Mr. Li. Would it be possible for us to meet in person? I have an important matter to discuss with you," a man's voice vibrated over the phone.

Damian frowned. "Who the hell are you? What do you want from me?"

Damian couldn't think of anyone who would want to meet him. He was new to the city and didn't have many friends here.

"That doesn't matter. You'll find out who I am when we meet."

"Why the hell do you think that I'd be interested in meeting you?" Damian hoped to find out the man's identity and the reason why he'd called him.

"I have an important piece of information about Sheryl. Don't you want to know about it?" The man was luring Damian into his trap with little crumbs of information that caught his interest.

'Something about Sheryl? Was the man involved in the incidents that connected him and Sheryl?'

Damian thought, as his frown deepened. Although he was skeptical about the meeting, Damian agreed to meet him. The caller had information about Sheryl, and he wouldn't miss that–he wanted to know what it was.

Damian hung up after taking note of the time and venue.

He had to meet the man at a cafe in an hour.

Damian had reached the cafe on time. As soon as he entered the cafe, Damian spotted a man waving at him. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses and a felt hat.

Damian thought that he must have been the one who had called him.

"Hello, Mr. Li. It's a pleasure to meet you," the man said, confirming Damian's thoughts.

Damian was in no mood for exchanging pleasantries. "Who are you? Why did you want to see me?"

"I am Rob, and I am here to help you with your problem," Rob said curtly.

Damian couldn't bring himself to trust the man. He looked stern and studied the man's face. "What do you mean? What do you know about me and my problem?" Damian asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I know that you're having a hard time. Trust me. I can help you get through all of this," Rob said, looking at Damian intently.

Rob's confidence bothered Damian even more. He felt that he had an ulterior motive in helping him out. Damian still kept his guard up and didn't want to reveal his vulnerability.

However, Rob saw right through Damian's concern and gave him a hearty smile. "You don't have to worry about me, Mr. Li. There's something that you're not aware of."

"What? What are you talking about?" Damian was confused. What could it possibly be?

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