"He bankrupted the Magills. If they come for revenge, what does that have to do with me?" Clark dismissed Michael's concerns, ignoring his warning.Seeing that Clark wasn't listening, Michael frowned and replied, "Alright, I understand."After Michael left, a murderous look appeared in Clark's eyes. Since Damon had tried multiple times to humiliate him, it was time to teach him a lesson.…For the next few days, Dylan went to the lab daily, bringing gifts for Nyla, but she rejected them each time.While helping Nyla set up an experiment, Melody commented, "I don't get it. Why does Dylan keep coming even though you reject him every day? Does he have a masochistic streak?"Nyla shook her head and replied, "I don't know. Don't worry about him. You set that rack up backward."Melody quickly fixed the rack and didn't bring it up again.After a week of visiting the lab, Dylan finally figured out Nyla's schedule. Now, he just needed to find a time when Melody wasn't around to take Nyl
Nyla, who should have been unconscious, had seized a nearby flask and smashed it over Dylan's head.The sharp shards of glass sliced into his forehead, and blood began to flow immediately.Seizing the moment of his shock, Nyla shoved him away and stumbled toward the door.However, she had expended all her strength in that single blow and felt weak and unsteady. Before she could reach the door, Dylan yanked her back by her hair."Bitch, how dare you hit me!" Dylan snarled.He slapped her across the face repeatedly. His forehead, still bleeding, made him appear grotesque and terrifying.Nyla wanted to fight back, but her weakness prevented her. She could only glare at him with disdain.Her defiant stare further enraged Dylan. He slapped her again and again until she was nearly unconscious."Let's see how long you can keep that attitude!" he growled.He threw her to the floor and ripped off her skirt. As he gazed at her pale, slender legs, his eyes turned red with lust, and his h
"Let go!" Damon said.Looking into Damon's angry eyes, Nyla finally felt a sense of relief after surviving the ordeal, and her eyes reddened. She slowly opened her hand, revealing the bloody mess of her palm and the piece of glass embedded in it.Damon's expression darkened as he picked her up and headed out.Nyla grabbed his shirt collar, her voice weak. "Mr. Sumner, just have someone bring me some clothes."If Damon carried her out of the company, rumors would undoubtedly spread like wildfire by the next day.Damon looked down at her, his gaze cold. Upon seeing her pale, delicate face looking so pitiful, his expression darkened further. "Your hand is injured. It needs immediate attention."Nyla shook her head stubbornly. "There's a first-aid kit in the lab. I can take care of it myself and go to the hospital later."Damon could tell that she didn't want to be associated with him, so his expression grew even darker. "Should I call Clark for you?"Nyla tightened her grip on his
"Let's go," Clark said, retracting his gaze.As they turned away, Jordyn let out a barely noticeable sigh of relief.While Jordyn was getting her check-up, Clark repeatedly tried to call Nyla, but she didn't answer. Growing impatient, he eventually gave up.After paying her bills and receiving her injection, Nyla got a call from the police station asking her to come in and give a statement.…Meanwhile, Erin had learned about Dylan's failed plan.Her subordinate looked worried, his voice tense. "Ms. Hulle, do you think Dylan will betray us?"Erin sneered. "Don't worry. He wouldn't dare. Unless he wants his family destroyed."Dylan was proving to be useless. Despite having everything planned for him, he had still failed miserably. She needed to find another way to deal with Nyla.…By the time Nyla finished giving her statement at the police station, it was evening.She drove straight home. Just as she got out of the car, Clark's car pulled up at the gate.Nyla hesitated bef
Clark smirked, his voice void of emotion. "How pitiful. He must hate the person who ruined his family and left him destitute."Michael shuddered at the coldness in Clark's voice. "Mr. Sumner, should we get him out?" Michael asked."Of course. I want to see him within three days," Clark replied.Michael hesitated. He wanted to dissuade him but remained silent, knowing it would be pointless.He hung up with a sigh, contemplating the possibility of finding a new job. Clark's current demands could be disastrous if they were discovered.…Nyla remained in her room until dinner.After eating silently, she quickly retreated upstairs, eager to avoid lingering.Clark watched her departure with a dark, unsettling expression.As Patricia cleared the table, she said, "Mr. Sumner, silent treatments are harmful. Women need to be comforted."Clark frowned, irritation flashing in his eyes. "I know."It wasn't that he didn't want to comfort Nyla, but she wouldn't give him a chance. Moreove
Nyla pressed her lips together and looked down. "Yes."Out of the corner of his eye, Clark glanced at her phone on the table and said calmly, "I believe you. I brought some ointment. Let me help you apply it."Once Jordyn had the baby, he planned to send her away immediately, ensuring she never came between him and Nyla again.He stepped forward, but Nyla suddenly stepped back, saying, "No need. I'll do it myself."Seeing the distance in her eyes, Clark suppressed his disappointment and forced a smile. He handed her the ointment and reminded her, "Apply it now and again before bed. The swelling should go down by morning."She took the ointment from him. "Thank you.""I'm your husband. It's my duty to take care of you," Clark said."I'm going to rest now," Nyla told him."Alright, I'll get back to work," Clark replied.As he turned away, he heard the door close behind him, and a bitter smile tugged at his lips.Back at her vanity, Nyla threw the ointment into the trash.The d
Damon: [Drinks tonight.]Caleb Goddard: [?]Nathaniel Preston: [You've been avoiding us like the plague lately. What's with the sudden enthusiasm? Got your heart broken?]Damon: [Shut up.]Nathaniel: [Alright, alright, I hit a sore spot. I'll stop. There's a new bar on North Saint Street. I'll book a private room.]Damon: [...]…Nyla had just returned to the lab when Melody approached her, asking, "Nyla, why are you so late today? Hey... what happened to your hand? Did you cut yourself during an experiment?"Nyla didn't want too many people to know about yesterday's incident, so she nodded along. "Yeah.""Then let me handle the operations for now. You can supervise," Melody offered."It's fine. It doesn't affect my work," Nyla declined.They chatted briefly before starting the morning's experiment.The morning flew by.Nyla took off her protective goggles and gloves, ready for lunch.Melody, staring at her phone, said, "Nyla, a friend just told me several companies have
Jacqueline forced a smile and stood up, saying, "Okay, there’s a new restaurant that's really good. Once you’re not busy, let’s go there together.""Sure," Tom answered.After Jacqueline left, he frowned and stared at his phone for a while before calling Valarie.The call quickly went to a busy tone, and his expression darkened completely.…"Nyla, Nyla?" Melody called out.Nyla snapped back to reality, looking at Melody, who was staring at her curiously. Nyla collected herself. "Sorry, what did you say?""Nyla, do you have something on your mind? You've been zoning out a lot," Melody asked with concern.Nyla looked down. After a few seconds of silence, she suddenly stood up. "Melody, I just remembered something I need to take care of. You can go back to the lab first after lunch."Before Melody could respond, Nyla grabbed her tray and left. After returning her tray, she took the elevator to the top floor.When Spencer saw her, he frowned and stepped in front of her. "Ms. Jay