Erin chatted with Damon, her smile evident. Although Damon only responded occasionally, the atmosphere between them remained fairly harmonious.Ever since Erin and Damon had sat down next to Nyla and Melody, Nyla kept her head down, quietly eating. She hoped to finish quickly and leave.Suddenly, a somewhat shy voice came from nearby. "Ms. Jayston..."Nyla turned to see a tall, muscular man holding a bouquet of red roses. He stood a few steps away, looking at her nervously. She frowned, sensing something was off.As expected, the next moment, the man extended the roses toward her."Hi, my name is Dylan Lomas. From the moment I saw you, I fell in love at first sight. Could you give me a chance... to pursue you?" Dylan confessed.Nyla often received such confessions back in university, but this was the first time since marrying Clark.It was lunchtime, and the cafeteria was packed. Everyone's eyes were on her and Dylan.After a few seconds of silence, she said calmly, "I'm sorry,
Upon hearing Damon's affirmative response, Erin's face lit up, ready to continue mocking Nyla.Melody suddenly interjected, "Ms. Hulle, you've got one thing wrong. Nyla is both beautiful and capable, which is not something people can simply envy."Erin's expression froze, and her eyes betrayed a flicker of anger. She huffed. "I never said Ms. Nyla wasn't capable—just that her looks give her many advantages."Tired of Erin's thinly veiled sarcasm, Nyla decided to speak her mind.She turned to Erin and said, "You claim my looks give me benefits, but doesn't your family background provide you with plenty of advantages too? Otherwise, you wouldn't be sitting here having lunch with Ms. Summer, would you?"The world was never fair, and wanting everything was simply being greedy.Erin was rendered speechless, her face turning an ugly shade.Nyla picked up her tray and stood up, announcing, "I'm done. Enjoy your meal."Melody quickly followed her. "Nyla, I'm sorry. I spoke too quickly
Spencer looked puzzled and asked, "Mr. Sumner, why are we investigating this employee?""I hired you to do your job, not to ask questions," Damon replied curtly.Meeting Damon's icy gaze, Spencer quickly lowered his head. "I'll get right on it."Soon, Spencer delivered a printed report on Dylan to Damon.After reading it, Damon said coolly, "Find an excuse to send him on a business trip. I don't want him in the company for the next six months."Spencer found this odd but didn't dare ask further questions upon recalling their previous exchange. He nodded. "Understood. I'll handle it immediately."…Dylan left the cafeteria, agitatedly clutching the flowers in his hand. He considered throwing them away but felt it would be a waste.After a moment's thought, he sent a message to a recent fling, inviting her to dinner. He figured dinner would naturally lead to inviting her to his place afterward.Feeling better with this plan, he was about to head back when he received a friend re
Taking a deep breath, Dylan said slowly, "Alright, I'll follow your lead."…Nyla had been busy in the lab until after 10:00 p.m. due to problems with her experiment. As she gathered her things and prepared to leave, she received a call from Clark.His slightly icy voice came through as soon as she answered. "Why aren't you home yet?""I'm wrapping up now. I'll be home soon." Just as Nyla spoke, the elevator doors opened.She was about to step in when she saw Damon standing inside. She hesitated for a moment.Their eyes met, and Damon's were filled with frost. His entire demeanor radiated a chilling aloofness.Nyla bit her lip, unsure if she should enter. Given Damon's attitude toward her at lunch, he clearly didn't want to see her.Clark's voice came through the phone, asking if he should come pick her up.Nyla snapped back to reality and replied, "No need. I drove. Just wait for me at home."She hung up and could feel Damon's sharp gaze on her, making her palms sweat as she
Nyla shook Clark off, dismissing him with indifference. "You're overthinking it."Clark was dissatisfied with her dismissive response, and his gaze grew colder.After taking a deep breath to calm himself, he softened his tone. "Nyla, I know you feel wronged, but Grandma is getting old. I hope you can be more understanding."Nyla found his words laughable. Whenever the Sumners were involved, Clark's solution was always for her to endure. She had previously ignored these issues because she loved him, but now she realized she would always come second to his family and career."Don't worry. I have no issues with her," she said calmly.After all, she no longer cared about Clark, so why would she care about anyone else?Seeing her calm demeanor, Clark dropped the topic and said, "By the way, Mom invited us over for dinner tomorrow night."Nyla was surprised. Cindy had never liked her and rarely invited them over since their marriage. However, if she could get into Cyrus' study, she mi
"You accuse me of harassing her? Do you have any evidence? If not, I'll call the police and report you for assault. You might end up spending a few days behind bars!" Dylan threatened.Clark remained unfazed. "Go ahead, but don't be surprised if it's you who ends up in jail."Dylan's bluster lost its impact as Clark's calm demeanor persisted. Gritting his teeth, Dylan snapped, "Fine! Just wait. You'd better hope I don't see you again!"With that, he turned and stormed off.Clark watched him go with cold, steely eyes. Someone like that dared to harass Nyla?Clark turned to her, his expression dark. "Why didn't you tell me someone was bothering you?"It was clear from her reaction that this man had been a recurring problem.Nyla pressed her lips together. "I didn't expect him to get physical. I rejected him yesterday."She hadn't anticipated Dylan's persistence despite her clear refusal.Clark sneered. "Tolerating people like him only emboldens them. I'll call Uncle Damon later
Cyrus shook his head and remarked, "With a temper like yours, I wonder what kind of woman could ever put up with you."Damon did not respond, concentrating on picking up the chess pieces."Come on, let's eat."At the dining table, Cyrus chatted with Damon almost excessively.Nyla ate a small amount, then set down her cutlery and said, "I'm done. You all take your time."As soon as she spoke, everyone at the table looked at her.Cindy frowned, clearly displeased, but remained silent.Clark turned to Nyla, his voice gentle as he asked, "Is the food not to your liking tonight?"Nyla shook her head. "No, I'm really full. I remember leaving some clothes in your room last time I was here. I'm going to see if I can find that dress I liked."Clark nodded. "Alright."Cindy initially considered suggesting that a maid look for the dress but then reconsidered. If Nyla wanted to find it herself, it would save the service staff the trouble.Once inside Clark's bedroom, Nyla locked the doo
Seeing Nyla biting her lip and remaining silent, Damon sneered and pushed her aside, preparing to leave.In a panic, Nyla quickly stopped him by grabbing his hand.Damon tensed, his gaze turning cold and dangerous."Let go!" he barked.Nyla bit her lip. "Uncle Damon, do you really have to push me this far?"Damon smirked coldly. "Nyla, do you know what would have happened if Cyrus had found you in his study?"Nyla was unaware of Cyrus' true nature, yet she had dared to sneak into his study. Had Cyrus caught her, she might have vanished without a trace—something that had happened before.Her grip on Damon tightened involuntarily, her face growing pale under the harsh light."Still not talking?" Damon's voice loomed above her.Nyla took a deep breath and said slowly, "I... I wanted to find my marriage certificate with Clark...""Why would your marriage certificate be in Cyrus' study?" Damon asked, his skepticism clear.Nyla bit her lip and continued her story. "When we got mar