Clark hurried forward and squatted beside Harrison. "Dad, rest assured. I'll always treat Nyla well.""Mm. As long as you treat her well, that's all I ask for."Seeing Harrison's eyelids droop from the lingering anesthesia, Nyla quickly called out to him. "Dad, the anesthesia hasn't completely worn off yet. You can't sleep."Throughout the night, Nyla and Clark took turns watching over Harrison. As dawn approached, the effects of the anesthesia began to fade, allowing Harrison to finally rest.Shortly after dawn, Wren arrived with freshly made soup. "Nyla, Clark, you two stayed up all night. You should go home now. I'll take care of things here."After a night of vigil, Nyla could barely keep her eyes open. She nodded. "Okay, Wren. If there's anything, call me. I'll be resting at home on Saturday and Sunday."Wren unintentionally frowned as she thought, "Hasn't Nyla been unemployed? Why would she mention resting on weekends?"Before she could ask, nurses entered to conduct exami
A chill swept over Nyla, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.Clark's gaze darkened as he noticed the faint curves on her chest, and he leaned down to kiss her collarbone."Don't touch me!" Nyla struggled desperately, but she was pinned by Clark.The inherent power disparity between a man and a woman left her with no chance of escape. Her face contorted with disgust and anger. Even the slightest touch from him made her feel nauseous to the extreme."Nyla, your refusal won't work this time."Only by getting her pregnant would she stay by his side.Clark ignored Nyla's disgusted gaze and lowered his head to kiss her lips.The next moment, Nyla bit down hard on Clark's lips, the taste of blood spreading in their mouths.Clark released Nyla, wiped the blood from his mouth with a sneer, and gripped her chin to force her to look at him. "Nyla, you can't escape today."Just as he leaned down to kiss her collarbone again, a series of knocks suddenly sounded at the door. "Mr. Clark,
If Clark had known Jordyn would be so troublesome, he would never have let himself get involved with her in the first place. Hanging up, he glanced upstairs and took a deep breath before briskly walking toward the garage.…As Damon approached his car at the villa entrance, he noticed Spencer standing nearby with an odd expression."What's wrong?" Spencer hesitated for a moment before replying, "Mr. Sumner, you better see for yourself..."Damon opened the car door with a slight frown. Inside, he found Nyla looking disheveled and staring at him nervously. Anyone seeing this scene without knowing the context would likely assume he had done something reprehensible to her.Damon slammed the car door shut and demanded coldly, "What's going on?""I… I don't know. Ms. Jayston just limped out of the villa and said she wanted you to give her a ride…""And you let her get in?"Damon's irritation was palpable. He had come here today to warn Clark as compensation for the night he almost
Nyla's grip on the car door tightened, her fingertips turning white. She bit her lip and lowered her gaze, speaking softly. "Okay, sorry for the trouble, Uncle Damon."As soon as she closed the door, the black Maybach began to drive away. Based on Damon's earlier attitude, she guessed he didn't like her.Damon was naturally aloof, and their few encounters had been far from pleasant. It was only natural he disliked her.Nyla turned and slowly walked toward her apartment complex, soon disappearing into the stairwell.Inside the black Maybach, Spencer kept his head down and stayed silent, sensing Damon's icy aura. He had thought Damon might show some leniency since Nyla was his niece-in-law.Given that Damon had dismissed the coat Nyla tried to return, it was clear he was cold toward all women except Marie. Spencer made a mental note never to act on his own again.Damon closed his eyes to rest, but he could still smell the faint scent of gardenias from Nyla's presence in the car, ma
"Take her to the hospital." Clark was cold, his gaze devoid of any warmth as he looked at Jordyn.Under his gaze, Jordyn felt despair and sadness, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Clark, I truly love you. Can't Mrs. Summer accept me and the baby I'm carrying?"Clark was full of disgust. "You're just a mistress. What right do you have to compare yourself to her?"Jordyn felt humiliated, choking back sobs. "During the time we were together, did you ever love me, even a little?"Clark sneered. "Do you know any man who falls for an escort?"He had entertained Jordyn only because she pursued him aggressively and was willing to do anything in bed. Love and sex were clearly distinct in his mind.The color drained from Jordyn's face—she looked as if she might collapse.She couldn't believe Clark saw her as nothing more than a disposable plaything. She refused to accept this. After all her efforts to get pregnant, she couldn't stand being discarded like trash."Please, Ms. Cindy, save
"Send me the surveillance footage."After the call ended, the maid quickly sent the video.As Clark watched Nyla jump from the second floor, disheveled, into Damon's car, his expression grew darker. When he drove past earlier, Damon didn't even call out to him.Damon never meddled in others' business—why was he helping Nyla?The thought of Nyla being seen in such a state by another man ignited Clark's fury. He didn't need to guess. She had likely returned to her rented apartment.Cindy, having seen the footage too, gritted her teeth. "I told you she's not good enough for you. Look at what she's wearing! She's brought shame to the Sumners!"Clark's expression was one of frustration as he glared at Cindy. "Mom, this is my fault. You judge Nyla without even knowing the whole story. Isn't that unfair?""What do you mean? I'm standing up for you, and you're defending her? I'm your mother! Don't you think I want what's best for you?"Seeing Cindy's pained expression, Clark felt a wav
"Got it, but I need some time to process this. Please leave now."Clark frowned, noticing Nyla's indifference. "Nyla, I said I'd give you time, but can you stop pushing me away?"Frustrated by his persistence, Nyla looked him in the eye. "You say you'll give me time, but have you really? The day after I found out about your affair, you tried to force yourself on me, and today you did it again."From the start, I haven't seen any real remorse from you. You're just trying to smooth things over quickly, but I can't move on that fast. At least not right now. Do you understand?"Seeing the redness in Nyla's eyes, Clark felt a pang of guilt and regret. He reached out to hold her, but she stepped back and avoided his touch, leaving his hand suspended awkwardly in the air."Clark, in all these years of marriage, I've never wronged you. We've been together for eight years, not eight months or eight days."You betrayed me and expect me to accept it quickly. Do you think that's possible? Un
Instantly, everyone in the R&D department turned their eyes to Lucia.Genevieve had never spoken to Lucia in such a harsh tone before, leaving Lucia more surprised than embarrassed. "Genevieve... what's wrong?" Genevieve didn't respond and simply turned to walk back to her office.As Lucia felt the curious gazes of her colleagues, her face turned red with embarrassment. When her eyes met Nyla's, her anger flared even more. She was certain Nyla was waiting to see her make a fool of herself.Suppressing her rage, she bit her lip and followed Genevieve into the office.As soon as the door closed, Genevieve threw a document onto the desk in front of her. "Take a look!"Her tone was full of disappointment, and her gaze on Lucia was disapproving.Confused, Lucia picked up the document and began to browse. Her face grew paler with each page, and her hands started to shake. How could this have happened?Upon seeing Lucia's guilty expression, Genevieve's voice grew colder. "I used to t
"In that case, do your research properly. Don't stir up trouble—unless you're prepared to deal with the fallout," Alexander warned.Drake's eyes searched Alexander's face for meaning. "What do you mean by that? I'm not sure I understand."Alexander closed his laptop and stood. "If you don't understand, then think it over."Without another glance, he walked away.Drake stood there, his expression darkening.As Alexander's figure disappeared, Drake's thoughts churned. The warning was unmistakable.Could Alexander know about the things he had done? But how?He had only just returned to Saintornia and hadn't even begun to target Prospectus Technology or meet with Nyla.Shaking off the doubts, he resolved: No matter what, he'd see this through. Not even Alexander could stop him.…After Drake left, Tom tried to stand but found his legs trembling. His fear of Drake hadn't diminished in the slightest.Drake's warning echoed ominously in Tom's mind. It was clear Drake knew he had di
Tom's face paled as he instinctively stepped back two paces. "M-Mr. Mummery, why are you..."Drake chuckled. "You mean, why am I here?"Tom didn't respond, but the slight tremble in his body betrayed his fear."Why I'm here isn't important," Drake said, strolling from the window to the sofa and taking a seat.His demeanor remained calm, yet his presence exuded a chilling menace. "What matters is this—what exactly did you and Damon discuss earlier?"He gestured to the seat across from him. "Relax, Tom. Sit."The casual tone did little to calm Tom, who swallowed nervously before seating himself opposite Drake."It was nothing much," he stammered. "I... I was discussing a potential partnership with Prospectus Technology. Once I gain their trust, I'll find a way to bring them down.""Really?" Drake's sharp eyes locked onto Tom's, a faint smile playing on his lips."Yes," Tom nodded quickly. "By the way, Mr. Mummery, what brings you back to the country? Something important?""Oh,
Wren froze in disbelief. "Nyla, are you really this heartless? Even though your father and I divorced, you and Gabriel were siblings for years. Can you really stand to see his life destroyed?"Taking a deep breath, Nyla locked eyes with her. "His life is ruined because he chose the wrong path. That has nothing to do with me. Please leave. Don't come back—I won't see you again."With that, she shut the door and walked back to the living room.Outside, Wren stared at the closed door, her face pale and her expression increasingly desperate.Her phone buzzed in her bag.When she answered, an impatient voice barked through the line. "Wren, where are you? Get to the courthouse now and finalize the divorce!"Before she could respond, the caller hung up.Still holding the phone, Wren stood there, dazed.Why... Why had her life—and Gabriel's—fallen apart so suddenly?…Tom snorted when he heard about Gabriel's arrest. "Idiot!"If Gabriel hadn't foolishly tried to abduct Nyla and Maso
Damon chuckled. "As I said, you can buy them back at market value."Pedro's expression darkened. "Mr. Sumner, don't joke with me. You are well aware that the Wilkie Group doesn't have that kind of money right now. Name another condition—anything the Wilkie Group can do, and I'll agree to it!"For Pedro, saying this pushed his limits. If it weren't to eliminate future risks for Theo, he would never lower himself to negotiate like this with Damon.Damon looked at him, his tone calm but unyielding. "Mr. Wilkie, I'm not joking. I'm a businessman. I make deals to earn money. If there's no profit, why would I spend 7,000,000 dollars to buy the Wilkie Group shares from Ms. Wilkie? For fun?""I've already offered 8,000,000 dollars to buy back the shares. It's only been a few days, and you'd be making an easy 1,000,000 dollars. Isn't that a profit?" Pedro countered."Mr. Wilkie, do you take me for a fool? Even if I don't sell the shares back to you, I could sell them to anyone else for ten
It was unexpected that Gabriel's plan would fail."Additionally, his secretary has been detained by the police. It looks like they'll both be facing jail time," Spencer reported.Damon's expression remained icy. "Understood. Make sure he doesn't have any chance of getting out.""Yes, Mr. Sumner," Spencer replied.Just as Spencer was about to leave, the door to Damon's office swung open.Pedro walked in, his face clouded with anger. "Mr. Sumner, it's been a while."Damon raised an eyebrow and offered a polite smile. "Mr. Wilkie, it has indeed. What brings you here today?"Pedro let out a cold laugh. "I heard that my useless granddaughter sold 10% of the Wilkie Group's shares to you for a mere 7,000,000 dollars without even knowing their actual value. I'm here about that.""Mr. Wilkie, please take a seat. We can discuss this," Damon said, gesturing toward the chair opposite him.Pedro sat down, his tone stern. "Mr. Sumner, I don’t plan to take advantage of you. My granddaughter
Damon nodded. "Mm. I've already instructed Spencer to investigate Alexander's background. He landed this morning, barely spent any time at his hotel, and went directly to Gabriel's location."Not only that, but he somehow pinpointed exactly where Gabriel was keeping Buddy. I'm worried he might have ulterior motives for involving himself with Buddy."Nyla shared the same unease.Back in Capitarnia, Mason had never mentioned Alexander.Now, this man had suddenly appeared, and something about it didn't sit right. She couldn't shake the feeling that something bigger was at play."I'll keep a close eye on Buddy in the meantime," Nyla reassured him. "I won't let him have any further contact with that man. You focus on your work."Damon nodded. "Alright. Nyla, I know this is hard on you."Nyla shook her head gently. "The most important thing to me now is that the three of us stay together as a family. Everything else is secondary.""Mm." Damon hugged her briefly before heading to his
Damon's tone was sharp and probing, his gaze cold and filled with suspicion.Alexander knew Damon must have already uncovered his basic identity, but not his connection to the Nixons.He smirked. "Buddy and I share a special bond. I was nearby, and he was hungry, so I brought him here for dinner before taking him home."As for how I knew about his kidnapping... I don't believe I owe you an explanation, Mr. Sumner."With that, Alexander looked at Mason. "Buddy, your parents are here now, so I'll leave you with them. Goodbye."Mason nodded. "Okay!"Alexander gave Nyla a fleeting glance before turning and walking away with a smirk.Damon stared at Alexander's retreating figure, his expression icy.Only after Alexander drove off did Damon crouch down to Mason's level. "Buddy, who is this man? How do you know him?"Mason had always been cautious around strangers. If he'd told Alexander his name, they must have already known each other.Yet when Damon had investigated Nyla and Maso
Seeing Mason's fawning expression, the man couldn't help but chuckle. "Alright, stop sucking up. You didn't recognize me for so long. What's the deal? Has my charm faded, or have you just forgotten all about your master?""You were wearing a mask and a hat, and you pulled me straight out of that hiding spot. I was terrified, thinking you were a bad guy. How could I possibly know it was you?" Mason countered.The man raised an eyebrow. "So this is my fault, huh?""Of course not!" Mason switched to full flattery mode, reaching up to massage the man's shoulders with a wide grin. "Master, you're the best-looking, the most amazing! Just next time, don't cover yourself up like that. It was scary—I thought I was being kidnapped!""Alright, go sit back down," the man instructed.Instead of returning to his original seat, Mason slid into the spot right next to the man, looking up at him with wide, admiring eyes. "Master, how did you even know I got kidnapped? And how did you find me and re
Mason put on a sweet, obedient expression. "Okay."After selecting his food, he handed the menu back. "Can I go now?"The man nodded. "Go ahead."Mason quickly headed for the door. As he reached it, he glanced back and saw the man still sitting calmly, making no move to follow him.Suspicion crept into his mind. Why wasn't the man worried about him escaping?The man raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong? Not going?""N-No, I'm going now," Mason stammered.Fearing the man might change his mind, Mason bolted out the door and raced down the hallway.The man smiled, then removed his mask and took a sip of his red wine.Instead of heading to the restroom, Mason made a beeline for the restaurant's exit. If he could just get outside, he could find a phone and call his parents to come and save him.Although he didn't believe the strange man would hurt him, he was still afraid.He ran as fast as his little legs could carry him, and soon the entrance came into view.Ten meters.Nine mete