"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
Meanwhile, Nyla couldn't believe her bad luck. As she left the private room, intending to cross the hall and exit, a drunk man suddenly grabbed her halfway there."Hey, pretty lady, here alone? Hic..." The man hiccuped, his alcohol-laden breath making Nyla nauseous.She yanked her arm free and quickly walked away. However, after just a few steps, several men blocked her path."Hey, lady, ignoring Ty, our boss? You've got guts."Nyla sensed their hostility, and her expression turned cold. "I don't know any 'Ty'. If you don't get out of my way, I'll call the police."The next time she met with Pete, she needed to avoid bars. While they were good for discreet information exchanges, they also attracted troublemakers."Hahaha, call the police? You think we'll give you that chance?" one of the men said as he stepped forward and snatched her phone.Mockingly, he added, "Go ahead, make the call. What are you going to use now?"Nyla remained silent, her mind racing for a way out. They w
It was not unusual for such incidents to occur in a bar, so the surrounding patrons did not react much. Even if some noticed, they were intimidated by Tyler and his men and dared not intervene. After all, playing the hero required some backing.Nyla's mind raced as she sought a way out. She did not want to be taken away like this.Suddenly, several uniformed men stepped in front of Tyler and his crew. "Ty, you can't take this woman."Tyler looked at the manager, Kash Daly, who was leading the group. He removed the cloth from his bloody forehead and sneered. "Kash, see this wound on my head? This woman did it. And if you stop me, you'll have to answer to Big Jin."Tyler's influence in the area made him brazen.Normally, Kash might have given him some leeway. However, in the presence of those higher up, Tyler was insignificant.Kash advised, "Ty, she's someone you can't afford to mess with. I suggest you let her go, or else—"Tyler interrupted with a cold laugh, "Or else what? The
Nyla nodded and said, "Yes, I know."Nathaniel was about to respond when Damon suddenly turned to Nyla, his eyes cold. He asked, "Do you know me that well?"Nathaniel was taken aback, frowning at Damon. He couldn't understand why Damon was deliberately making things difficult for Nyla. Did he dislike Clark so much that he extended that hatred to Clark's wife?Nyla bit her lip and lowered her gaze. "No, thank you for tonight, Uncle Damon. It's late, so I'll be going now. Enjoy your evening."Damon sneered. "I helped you, and you think a simple thank you is enough?"Nyla paused, then turned back to him and asked, "What do you want as thanks, Uncle Damon?"Damon looked at the woman pouring him a drink and said, "Teach her how to repay a life-saving favor."Nathaniel frowned, feeling that Damon was being too harsh by having an escort from a nightclub teach Nyla how to repay a debt of gratitude.The woman smiled, looking up at Damon with a flattering gaze. "Mr. Sumner, if you saved
"Why did you come back so late tonight?" Clark asked."Had some things to deal with," Nyla answered.Clark didn't press further and simply nodded. "By the way, we've found a kidney donor for Dad. If everything goes well, he can have the surgery in a month."Nyla paused mid-action while changing her shoes, looking up at him in disbelief. "Really?"Clark felt his breath catch at the sight of her excited expression and bright eyes, which reminded him of when they first got together."Yes," he replied."That's great! Thank you!" Nyla exclaimed.Her gratitude was heartfelt. If they hadn't found a match, her father's health wouldn't have held out much longer."We're husband and wife. It's my responsibility," Clark said dismissively.Nyla pursed her lips and remained silent. To her, they had long ceased to be husband and wife. They were just two strangers bound by a piece of paper."Regardless, I really appreciate it," Nyla reiterated.Noticing the distance in her gaze, Clark felt
When Nyla woke up, she blinked at the white ceiling above her and took a moment to recall what had happened."You're awake! Do you feel any discomfort?" Nyla turned her head to see Damon, who looked worn out, standing by her bedside. She shook her head. "Aside from some pain in my abdomen, I'm fine. How long was I out?""A full day," Damon replied.Nyla frowned. "That long?""Yes, the stab wound damaged your spleen," Damon explained.The doctor had said that if the wound had been a centimeter deeper, Nyla could have bled out and might not have survived.The more than ten hours Damon had spent waiting outside the operating room had been the most agonizing of his life, each second stretching into eternity.Pale and weak, Nyla slowly sat up. "Did they catch the attacker?"Damon nodded, his voice icy. "Yes. He was the son of the owner of a rival company to Prospectus Technology. After their bankruptcy, he was pursued by creditors and chose to take revenge on me."He lowered his
Damon's expression was grim, and his voice was icy. "I suppose I was just being delusional."With that, he turned and left.Clark glanced at Nyla, his eyes burning with anger. "What was that about the bar? Why wasn't I aware?""Was there a need to tell you? Could you have gone back in time to protect me?" Nyla retorted.Clark gritted his teeth. "Nyla, you know I don't want you getting involved with my uncle!"Just the thought of Nyla getting hurt because of Damon, and potentially ruining his own plans, made Clark's anger boil over.Nyla's expression remained indifferent. "I don't want you getting involved with Jordyn either, but you still sneak off to see her, don't you?"Clark's face darkened, but he couldn't refute her.Seeing his face turn red, Nyla let out a small laugh. "Enough. Just go. I really don't want to see you right now."Clark stared at her in silence for a long time, his eyes cold. "Don't forget, with just one word from me, your father's kidney transplant might
Leaving the hospital room, Clark saw Damon standing not far away. He approached with a stern expression. "Uncle Damon, did you wait here just to say something to me?"Damon's eyes were cold. "I'm the one who has feelings for her. If I find out you're making things difficult for her, I'll ensure you lose everything you have."Clark sneered. "You're quite the romantic, Uncle Damon. If you loved someone other than my wife, I might even be touched."The thought of Damon coveting Nyla made Clark wish Damon would disappear from this world. If Nyla hadn't intervened, the one in the hospital bed would have been Damon!"You two will get divorced eventually," Damon stated flatly.Clark glared at Damon. "Even if I die, I won't divorce her. If you have the courage, go ahead and kill me.""Do you think I wouldn't dare?" Damon scoffed.Damon's oppressive aura felt like an impenetrable wall, closing in on Clark. His hands clenched tightly at his sides, as fear began to creep in despite his out