Chapter 161

"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