"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
Damon had helped Nyla countless times, always rescuing her when she was in danger.How could she not have feelings for him? But what good would that do her?There was no chance for them. They couldn't even overcome the obstacle of societal judgment. Besides, she was still married to Clark.Taking a deep breath, Nyla looked at Damon and spoke slowly. "Mr. Sumner, I want to apologize because you have helped me so much, and I want a chance to repay you. As for Clark, he cheated on me first. Naturally, I wouldn't apologize to Jacqueline on his behalf."Damon's gaze grew icy as he looked at Nyla. "I understand, Ms. Jayston. Please leave. Prospectus Technology hasn't reached the point where it needs to send a woman to the Rainfords to apologize."He didn't look at her again and resumed reading his document.Seeing his cold demeanor, Nyla felt a sharp pang in her heart and bit her lip. "Mr. Sumner, if there's anything you need, you can have Mr. Hogg contact me anytime."Damon didn't re
"You'll understand once you read it, Ms. Jayston," Pete said.If what he had discovered hadn't been significant, he wouldn't have met with Nyla in person.As Nyla opened the file, her expression quickly turned grim. She asked, "Are you sure this information is accurate?"Pete nodded confidently and replied, "Of course, Ms. Jayston. I wouldn't charge such a high fee if I weren't certain of the value of my findings."Closing the file, Nyla inquired, "Can you find concrete evidence that Cyrus orchestrated the accident?"The documents Pete provided revealed that after the bankruptcy of Harris Pharmaceuticals, Godric received a large sum of money and died mysteriously within a year. Before his death, he had contacted Cyrus.While these connections implicated Cyrus in the accident six years ago, there was no direct evidence linking him to it. For Nyla, direct evidence was crucial."I can, but it will take some time. The Sumner family's influence in Saintornia is substantial. If we inv
"What does her return have to do with you getting married?" Harrison asked, his confusion clear."She wants me and Buddy to move to Meristate," Nyla said softly."What?!" Harrison's face darkened. "She hasn't cared about you for years. She didn't even visit once. And now she's coming back to force you to leave your husband and move abroad? Has she lost her mind?!"After a brief hesitation, Nyla shared what she had learned from Alexander about her mother's plans.Harrison's anger flared as he processed the full story. "That's insane! She abandoned you for years, and now she expects you to inherit some foreign family's legacy? What about your life, your happiness? This is absurd!""That's why Damon and I decided to register our marriage now," Nyla said calmly. "We'll handle everything else as it comes."Harrison sighed deeply. "Alright, I understand. If you're not ready for a wedding now, we'll wait.""Thank you, Dad," Nyla replied.After lunch, Damon and Nyla prepared to leave w
Jane's cold voice came through the line. "I'm busy. What do you want?""The Wilkie Group might go bankrupt," Theo said bluntly. "Damon has already gathered substantial evidence of our illegal activities. Grandpa's getting old, and I can't hold the company together on my own. Can you come back and help me?"There was a moment of silence before Jane's mocking tone cut in. "Theo, when I was at the Wilkie Group, we didn't do anything illegal. How is it that the company started falling apart the moment you took over?"Theo forced down his rising anger and replied coldly, "Everything I've done was for the company's growth. When are you coming back?""I'm not coming back. Give up on the idea," Jane said sharply. "I've already sold my shares to Damon. The company has nothing to do with me anymore. You're on your own."She wasn't a fool. Theo's reason for asking her to return wasn't to pass the company to her. He wanted her to be the scapegoat for the things he'd done in the past. She migh
Drake laughed, his tone light. "Mr. Wilkie, are you still upset about that? Yes, I had to strong-arm you at first, but it was for the sake of our partnership."And look at the opportunities I've brought the Wilkie Group—several lucrative deals. If you play your cards right, overtaking Prospectus Technology will just be a matter of time.""Let's hope you're true to your word, Mr. Mummery," Pedro replied.Being stuck between Damon and Drake felt like walking on thin ice.Pedro couldn't shake the thought that the Wilkie Group might go bankrupt at any moment. If he'd known this was how the company would end up, he would have preferred it go bankrupt earlier. It would be better than living on the edge now."Don't worry. I'll have 100,000,000 dollars invested in the Wilkie Group soon. If you have any other requests, feel free to let me know anytime," Drake said."Alright. I'm feeling a little under the weather, so I won't be seeing you out, Mr. Mummery," Pedro said.As soon as Drake l
Pedro fell silent, his face dark and stormy as he said nothing.Damon wasn't in a hurry and didn't push for an answer. He waited calmly, confident that Pedro would eventually give him the response he wanted.After what felt like an eternity, Pedro finally looked up and spoke. "If I don't agree, will you hand those incriminating documents over to the police?""Mr. Wilkie, the moment you asked that question, you already knew the answer," Damon replied.Pedro took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on Damon. "Fine. I agree. But if Drake discovers this, the Wilkie Group and Prospectus Technology will go down together."It was a no-win situation. If he didn't agree, Damon would expose everything, and the Wilkie Group would crumble. However, agreeing risked Drake discovering the betrayal, which would also spell doom for his company.Damon's expression remained steady. "Mr. Wilkie, rest assured. If you help me take Drake down, I'll hand over every piece of evidence I have against the Wilkie
Nyla nodded. "Alright. Just don't work too late.""I won't," Damon assured her as he answered the call and walked toward his study.His body tensed at whatever was said on the other end, and his pace quickened.Once he closed the door, he asked coldly, "Are you sure?"Spencer's voice came through clearly in the quiet room. "Yes, Mr. Sumner. I've got the footage. Ms. Sumner did meet with Drake two nights ago."Damon's gaze dropped. After a long pause, he said, "I see. Don't act yet—just keep an eye on her and observe what she does next.""Understood," Spencer replied.After hanging up, Damon tossed his phone onto the desk and let out a cold laugh. It seemed Charlotte had completely turned her back on him. Otherwise, she wouldn't have gotten involved with Drake....Over the next few days, Spencer gathered substantial evidence of illegal activities involving the Wilkie Group.When he handed the documents to Damon, he asked, "Mr. Sumner, should we hand this over to the police?
Once Nyla finished ordering, she handed the menu to Damon.After he placed his order, she finally said, "By the way, I told Valarie about our marriage today. I plan to invite her and Brandon over for dinner in a few days."Damon nodded. "Alright, it's up to you.""Also, when will you have time to visit my dad and tell him about us?" Nyla asked."I might be busy for the next couple of days. How about Saturday?" Damon suggested."That works," she replied.Looking at her seriously, Damon said, "Nyla, I owe you. Once everything is settled, I'll make it up to you with a proper wedding."Seeing the guilt and sadness in his eyes, Nyla took his hand. "Don't be silly. I've already said I don't care about that. As long as the three of us are together and happy, that's all that matters.""But I still feel like I've let you down," Damon said, his voice heavy with emotion. He loved her and couldn't bear the thought of her suffering, even a little. His heart ached for her."Enough of that!
"Understood, Mr. Sumner. Should we continue with the plan for the Wilkie Group?" Spencer asked."Yes," Damon replied.…The day passed quickly, and before long, evening arrived.After reviewing the last contract on his desk, Damon picked up his phone and called Nyla. "Nyla, I'll come pick you up soon. We're going out for dinner tonight."Nyla, who had just picked up Mason, raised an eyebrow. "What about Buddy?""Tonight is just for the two of us. We'll bring him next time," Damon answered."Alright, I'll drop him off first," Nyla said."Okay. See you soon." Damon smiled as he ended the call, grabbed his coat, and headed out.…Half an hour later, Damon parked in front of the villa and called Nyla. "Nyla, I'm outside.""Okay, I'm coming," she replied.Not long after, she emerged from the villa. She wore a brown cashmere coat over a beige V-neck sweater and a matching skirt. Her long, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders.Although her makeup was light, her delicate features
After Damon finished speaking, the conference room fell into complete silence.It was a while before one of the shareholders stood up. "Mr. Sumner, you said yourself that you can't guarantee Prospectus Technology will pull through this."If the company goes bankrupt, I'll lose everything. I came to this meeting today to hear what you had to say. Now that I've heard it, I've decided to sell my shares."With that, he turned and left without a second glance.After he walked out, several other shareholders stood up and announced their intention to sell their shares as well.Before long, only seven or eight people remained in the room.Seeing that no one else was leaving, Damon broke the silence. "Does this mean the rest of you are willing to stay and weather the storm with the company?"A shareholder seated next to him nodded. "Yes. I'm staying. Over the years, this company has faced bigger challenges and survived. I don't believe we'll fall now. And even if we do, I'm willing to ta
Lydia frowned. "Ms. Kinsey, you barely ate anything..."Nyla shook her head. "I've had enough. I'm going upstairs to rest. Thank you.""Alright. Let me know if you get hungry later," Lydia reminded her."I will," Nyla replied.After Nyla left, Lydia sighed and glanced at the table, still laden with dishes.It wasn't just Nyla who had been eating poorly lately. Worrying about Damon's company had taken a toll on Lydia's appetite, too.Upstairs in the bedroom, Nyla sat at her vanity, staring at her phone. She hesitated to tell Valarie about her marriage to Damon.After a moment, she finally called her."Nyla, what's up?" Valarie answered."Valarie, I have something to tell you. Prepare yourself," Nyla warned.Valarie sounded alarmed. "What is it? Good news or bad news?""Good news, I guess," Nyla replied."Okay, spill. I'm ready," Valarie said."I got married to Damon," Nyla announced."What?!" Valarie's voice shot up an octave. "Say that again! Are you serious?"Nyla repli