Nyla was suddenly yanked from behind and slammed to the ground.A large truck roared past her. Her body ached, but she felt numb, sitting on the ground in a daze."Are you alright?" The person who had pulled her to safety waved a hand in front of her face, thinking she was stunned by the recent events.Nyla nodded. "I'm okay… Thank you…""Are you really sure?""Yes."After confirming she was truly fine, the good Samaritan reminded her to stay alert while crossing the street, then left with a frown.Instead of going home, Nyla went to visit Harrison.…When Nyla arrived, her father was undergoing dialysis.Wren was surprised to see her and quickly wiped away tears from the corners of her eyes, forcing a smile. "Nyla, what brings you here?"Nyla sat beside her and lowered her gaze. "I came to see my dad."Wren sighed. "We don't know when a matching kidney will be found… Your father's health is deteriorating, and each dialysis session is very painful. It breaks my heart to see
Nyla frowned and leered at Harrison. "Dad, what are you saying?! If you say something like this again, I won't come to see you anymore."Before Harrison could respond, Wren quickly spoke up. "Alright, Harrison, stop. You should consider how much this upsets Nyla."Seeing the sadness in Nyla's eyes, Harrison sighed and didn't say anything more.After settling Harrison back into his room, Nyla was about to leave when she couldn't help but ask, "Dad, has the cause of the Harris Pharmaceuticals accident ever been determined?"Harrison was taken aback and then frowned. "Why are you asking about that all of a sudden?""I recently watched some safety accident videos and wanted to know what happened during that incident. After all, I work in a lab and need to be cautious to prevent similar accidents," she lied."I don't remember the specifics. It's been so long, and I'd prefer not to talk about it," Harrison replied.Noticing Harrison's reluctance, Nyla didn't press further. "Alright, I
Nyla looked up at Clark and saw the apology in his eyes.She nodded and said, "Yes, I've thought it over. I've been too cold toward you. And between spouses, it's not just about forgiveness."Clark was momentarily stunned, then his eyes filled with joy. "Nyla, are you serious?"He had expected that Nyla would still be angry and that he would have to spend time placating her. To his surprise, her attitude had changed in just a morning. She was no longer as cold and resistant as before.Nyla smiled. "Of course. Although I haven't completely forgiven you yet, I realize I shouldn't continue to hold grudges. I'll move back to the villa in a couple of days.""Really?"Although Clark didn't understand why Nyla had suddenly changed her mind, the important thing was that she was willing to come back to him. Nothing else mattered."Yes, just come and pick me up when the time comes," she replied."Alright."Seeing Nyla's demeanor soften from before, Clark hesitated for a moment, then car
"Yes, here to discuss business," Damon said.Clark smiled and replied, "Then I won't keep you. Nyla, let's go inside."Nyla nodded, her gaze lowered, and followed Clark into the restaurant.Damon's expression darkened as he watched their retreating figures, his displeasure almost palpable.Spencer internally groaned at the disgruntlement emanating from Damon—why was he always the one suffering?After a moment of hesitation, Spencer finally mustered the courage to remind Damon, "Mr. Sumner, the meeting time is approaching."Damon didn't respond, scowling as he walked inside.…Clark was in a good mood tonight. Nyla wasn't as cold as before, and he had managed to turn things around with Damon.Under the candlelight, his gaze toward Nyla softened considerably. "Nyla, I'm so glad you're willing to give me another chance. I promise I won't let you down!"Nyla barely registered his words, nodding absentmindedly. "Yeah, I believe you."She continued to cut her steak, the light cast
Sensing Nyla's struggle, Damon paused and abruptly released her.Nyla trembled with anger, torn between wanting to hit him and remembering that he had saved her life. She bit her lip hard and remained silent, though she was deeply hurt inside.What did he think of her? He knew she was Clark's wife—his nephew's wife—and still dared to do something like that!The more Nyla thought about it, the more wronged she felt, and tears streamed down her face. The Sumner men were all despicable!Damon's gaze grew colder in the darkness, his entire demeanor radiating chill, as he heard Nyla's sobs."Why were you so distant from Clark before, even wanting a divorce, but now you're having dinner with him as if nothing happened?" he asked.Damon's accusatory tone made Nyla frown. Even though he had saved her before, what he had just done and the question he was asking now were far beyond acceptable.She took a deep breath, wiped away her tears, and said coldly, "Uncle Damon, it's normal for a
Nyla went back to the restroom and splashed cold water on her face.Looking at her red eyes in the mirror, she couldn't help but smile bitterly.Damon must be disgusted with her now. He would probably be as cold toward her as he was before. Maybe that was for the best—they shouldn't have any connection at all.After calming down and letting her eyes return to normal, she left the restroom.When Nyla returned to the table, Clark's gaze immediately fell on her swollen lips."Nyla, what happened to your mouth?" Clark's expression was dark, and his tone was icy.Nyla looked completely out of place, as though she had just indulged in pleasure. With Damon in the restaurant, Clark couldn't help but be suspicious.Nyla maintained her composure. "I noticed my lipstick was smudged when I looked in the mirror, so I cleaned it off. I must have been too rough, which is why my lips are swollen.""Really?" Clark's eyes were fixed on her, his gaze filled with doubt.Nyla frowned, her expressi
As soon as Nyla finished speaking, Clark immediately agreed. His main priority was getting Nyla back by his side. Everything else could be dealt with later."Nyla, don't worry. I promise I won't overstep any boundaries. I swear."Nyla had heard these empty promises from him many times before and didn't take them seriously.Since she was going back, she was determined to protect herself. If Clark tried to force himself on her, she wouldn't let him get away with it."Okay. I'm heading back now. Drive safe," she said.…Over the next two days, Nyla rested and packed her things at home.On the day she was set to move, Valarie suddenly came to visit.Seeing Nyla unharmed, Valarie sighed in relief.However, her expression soon turned troubled. "Nyla, why didn't you tell me about being kidnapped?!"Noticing Valarie's disapproving look, Nyla explained, "I thought you were going through a rough time, and I didn't want to add to your stress. Since I'm fine, I didn't tell you."Valarie
Upon seeing Nyla's completely different attitude toward Clark—no longer the cold and distant demeanor she once had—Valarie's eyes flashed with frustration."Nyla, I hope you won't regret your decision today!" she said.With that, Valarie turned and walked away, feeling she might lose her temper if she stayed any longer.How had Nyla gone from being fine when she moved out previously to becoming so infatuated in less than a month?Fuming in her car, Valarie was about to start the engine when she suddenly had a troubling thought. When she had asked Nyla if she still had feelings for Clark, Nyla had hesitated. Moreover, her gaze toward Clark had been devoid of the previous affection and warmth—almost indifferent.Could it be that Nyla had some unavoidable reason for moving back?Valarie decided she would talk to her again in the near future.…After Valarie left, Clark said, "Valarie is always bad-mouthing me and ruining our relationship. You should have less contact with her in
Nyla's eyes were cold, lacking any warmth.Alexander sighed softly. "Nyla, I truly hope we can have a proper conversation. Aren't you curious at all about how your mother has been living abroad all these years?""There's nothing for me to be curious about," Nyla replied. "Mr. Kinsey, I have things to do, so I'll be leaving now."As she made to leave, Alexander stepped in front of her. "Your mother may be returning to the country next week. She wants to see you. When are you available?""I'm not," Nyla said, sidestepping him. She got into her car and drove off.As she drove, her mind wandered. Why was Emerald coming back now? Years ago, she had left so decisively. Why return now, to disrupt the peace Nyla had finally found?…After arriving home, Nyla sat down on the couch, lost in thought.She hesitated briefly before calling Valarie.When Valarie heard about Emerald's potential return, she immediately suggested, "If she wants to see you, you should meet her. And I think you
As soon as Mason set down the phone, a knock came at the door."Buddy, who were you talking to just now?" Nyla asked.Mason swallowed hard and called out, "Mommy, I wasn't talking to anyone. I was just… talking to myself.""It's late. Go to bed soon," Nyla urged."Okay, Mommy," Mason replied.The sound of footsteps faded from outside the door, and he let out a breath of relief. If Nyla had walked in just a moment earlier, he wouldn't have been able to explain himself....The next morning, Damon, Nyla, and Mason sat at the breakfast table.Damon set his tablet aside and suddenly turned to Nyla. "Nyla, let's get married."The thought of Drake circling Nyla like a predator had left Damon uneasy. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was on the verge of losing her.Nyla froze, looking up at him.Seeing the seriousness in his expression, she couldn't help but laugh. "Other people propose with a ring or at least some flowers."But you? You just hit me with a casual, 'Let's get m
"Grandpa, the hackers attacking our firewall are gone now. The firewall is fixed, and the company is operating normally again!" Theo exclaimed.Pedro remained calm. "I see. You can go back to work now."Theo was momentarily taken aback. "Grandpa, aren't you surprised?""I'm just tired. I'll head home now," Pedro replied.Seeing Pedro stand up to leave, Theo quickly stopped him. "Grandpa, since you're here, stay a bit longer. There are a few documents I don't quite understand. Could you help me out?"Pedro sat back down on the sofa upon noticing Theo's serious expression. "Bring them over."…An hour later, Pedro's face turned beet red with anger as he glared at Theo. "You're a complete failure! I regret handing the company to you. I might as well have given it to Jane!"Although Jane lacked boldness, at least she wouldn't make these rookie mistakes like Theo.Theo's face darkened. "Grandpa, how long has Jane been with the company, and how long have I been here? Isn't it normal
Pedro's expression changed slightly, and he instructed, "I'm on my way. Have the tech department fix it right away!"…By the time Pedro reached the company, more than an hour had passed.Theo sat in his office, fuming, demanding that the tech department resolve the issue within the next half hour.His secretary, visibly trembling, turned to leave but stopped to greet Pedro as he arrived. "Mr. Wilkie, you're here."Pedro nodded. "Get back to work."Once the secretary left, Pedro entered the office and shut the door behind him. "What's going on? It's just a firewall, and it still hasn't been fixed?"Theo's face remained furious. "Ugh, they're all useless—getting paid so much but can't do anything when it matters!"Pedro sat down on the sofa, his face hardening. "If it's not fixed in another half hour, I'll handle it myself."Theo sat across from him, scratching his head in frustration. "What can you do? I don't get it. The firewall was fine before, but now it's under attack out
Drake's smile deepened. "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I can help both you and the Wilkie Group.""I asked, why should I trust you?" Pedro repeated."I can invest 10,000,000 dollars into the Wilkie Group right now, no strings attached," Drake said, pulling out his phone and making a call. "Transfer 10,000,000 to the Wilkie Group immediately."Not even 20 seconds after ending the call, Pedro's phone rang."Grandpa, someone just transferred 10,000,000 dollars into the Wilkie Group's account!" Theo exclaimed.Pedro's expression shifted, his voice steady yet wary. "Do not touch that money. Wait for my instructions.""Understood," Theo replied.Hanging up the phone, Pedro glanced at Drake. "Come inside. We'll talk."Inside the study, Pedro closed the door and turned to face Drake. "I believe you're capable of helping me deal with Damon. But I need to know—why are you going after him? Otherwise, I can't trust you."If this man were a plant sent by Damon to trap hi
"You're saying... we should team up with other companies to go against Prospectus Technology?" Theo asked.He frowned as he looked at Pedro. "But Prospectus Technology helped the Wilkie Group before. If we turn around and attack them now, won't people think we're ungrateful?"Pedro let out a cold laugh. "I gave Damon a chance—he chose not to take it. If that's the case, I have no choice but to be ruthless. The Wilkie Group must reclaim that 10% stake!"The thought of that stake being in Damon's hands felt like a sword hanging over Pedro's head, keeping him awake night after night.Initially, he had offered to buy back the shares, but Damon had refused, driven by greed."But—" Theo began."No buts! Do you want the Wilkie Group to end up under the name 'Sumner'?" Pedro leered at Theo, his face contorted with fury.Theo quickly said, "Grandpa, of course, I don't want that. But the Wilkie Group has just stabilized. If we rush into alliances with other companies, it may create future
"Rain boots?" Damon guessed."No," Nyla replied curtly."Galoshes?" Damon tried again.Nyla didn't bother responding."Knee-high socks?" Damon ventured."No! They're torn socks! Didn't you see the little ripped parts I drew?" Nyla cried."I thought those were just wear and tear," Damon reasoned.For a moment, Nyla doubted her artistic ability. Was she really that bad at drawing?"Damon, be honest with me. Are my drawings really that abstract?" she asked.Damon hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Not exactly. Some words are just harder to draw. Maybe try simpler ones next time."Mason, unbothered, chimed in, "Daddy, stop sugarcoating it. Her drawings are abstract."Damon glared at him. "Be quiet."Mason crossed his arms. "Fine. But I'm definitely not playing Pictionary with Mommy again!""Then I'll play with her!" Damon countered.Mason and Nyla were both speechless.Truthfully, Nyla didn't want to play this game anymore, either. She quickly said, "Alright, it's get
Damon let out a chuckle, his expression full of mockery. "A better life? Then where were you when the Jaystons went bankrupt? Why didn't you take her to Meristate to live this so-called better life then?"Let's not pretend—your real reason for coming back is obvious. No need to spout these hypocritical lies."The other end of the call fell silent.Alexander hadn't expected Damon to uncover his real reason for his arrival to Saintornia so quickly.After a long pause, he finally spoke. "Even if my motives aren't entirely pure, taking her and Buddy to Meristate would undeniably offer them a better life, wouldn't it?""A better life? Or a life of constant fear? I won't let her become a pawn in your family's power struggles. If you want to take her and Buddy, you'll have to go through me first," Damon gritted through his teeth."If she comes to Meristate with me, she'll have a strong chance of inheriting the Nixon fortune. Mr. Sumner, you haven't even asked Nyla how she feels—how do y
Nyla knew she wasn't some extraordinary beauty, and she had a child.Yet, as she thought about Drake's previous investigations into her and his ties to the Nixons, her brow furrowed. A fleeting thought crossed her mind, but it vanished before she could grasp it."Nyla, how about I ask Tom about this another day?" Valarie suggested.Although Nyla didn't want anything more to do with Tom, she couldn't bring herself to care when it came to Nyla."No need," Nyla replied. "Didn't you say Damon was the one who saved you yesterday? He might know. I'll ask him.""That works," Valarie said.Afterward, Nyla lost her appetite and barely ate before parting ways with Valarie and heading to Prospectus Technology.…When Spencer saw her, he looked visibly surprised. "Ms. Kinsey, what brings you here? Mr. Sumner is in a meeting right now, but you can wait for him in his office.""Alright." She nodded and entered Damon's office. She hadn't been seated long when he returned."Nyla, what are yo