"Uncle Damon, wake up," Nyla said, pushing him away.She quickly got out of bed and watched him warily, gripping the bedside lamp tightly, ready to use it for self-defense if he charged at her.Damon nearly fell off the bed from her push.After a few seconds, he looked at her in confusion, his usually cold face now flushed. His eyes burned with a fierce intensity, as if a fire were scorching right through one's heart."Come here," he commanded.Nyla frowned but stayed where she was.Damon looked dangerous. His gaze was filled with a predatory desire as if he might devour her at any moment.Nyla's mind raced, trying to understand Cyrus' motive.Tonight was Marie's party. Had Cyrus chosen this moment to create a scandal, intending to make it look like she and Damon were having an affair?No, this would not only embarrass the Sumners but also severely offend Damon. It was more likely that Cyrus wanted Damon to have relations with her and then use this as leverage to blackmail him
Nyla froze upon hearing Jordyn's voice."Jordyn, I've warned you before. I have no intention of marrying you. And what right do you have to bring a gift to my grandmother? Are you some mistress I'm keeping on the side?" Clark demanded.After a brief silence, Jordyn's voice trembled as she responded. "Clark… I'm not foolish enough to think you'll marry me. I just wanted to deliver a gift to your grandmother to thank you for finding a kidney for my father...""Shut up!" Clark's voice was cold and cutting. "Jordyn, if you mention this again, I won't let it slide!""Clark…" Jordyn pleaded."Get out, now!" Clark's voice was filled with anger.Jordyn seemed frightened. After a moment, she replied softly, "Clark… Please don't be angry. I'll leave right away…"The sound of her high heels faded, signaling her departure. Soon after, Clark also left.Nyla remained seated on the grass, her head lowered, her body hidden in the darkness. It was as if the night had swallowed her whole, mergin
When Clark saw Cyrus, his scowl deepened."Got it. I'll go over right away," he said in a deep voice.After Clark left, Cyrus looked at Nyla with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "How did you manage to escape?""Dad, what are you talking about? I don't understand," Nyla replied, her face displaying apparent confusion as if she genuinely didn't know.Cyrus sneered, his eyes growing colder. "You'd better truly not understand."Only after Cyrus turned and walked away did Nyla finally release her tightly clenched hands. Her palms ached, but her expression remained unchanged.As the evening approached its end, Damon finally made an appearance. He had changed into a different outfit, his hair slightly damp, and his complexion pale. His chiseled features were as cold as a glacier, radiating an icy aura.Noticing his mood, those who had intended to approach him quickly backed off. No one wanted to be on the receiving end of his displeasure.Marie noticed him and looked slightly disp
Before leaving, Damon ordered that the service staff who had followed Cyrus' orders be bound and brought directly before Marie and Richard."These traitorous servants need to be dealt with sooner rather than later," he said.Richard's face darkened. "What's going on here?""You should ask my dear older brother about that," Damon replied.Richard turned his cold gaze to Cyrus. "You explain."Cyrus grimaced. He hadn't expected Damon to expose the matter so publicly.The living room fell silent as everyone's eyes focused on Cyrus, who remained unwilling to speak."If you don't explain, I'll investigate it myself!" Richard slammed the table, his eyes burning with anger.It was clear that Damon's dramatic display meant Cyrus' actions were anything but simple.Under Richard's icy stare, Cyrus felt the mounting pressure. He was about to reveal everything when he looked up and met Damon's smirking gaze."Cyrus, you should understand the gravity of the situation," Damon reminded him.
Clark frowned, displeasure evident in his eyes.Nyla didn't even glance at him as she opened the car door and got in.During the drive back, they remained silent. At traffic lights, Clark glanced at Nyla several times, as if he wanted to say something.Nevertheless, Nyla kept her gaze fixed out the window, offering no indication that she wanted to talk.When they reached Nyla's building and she was about to get out of the car, Clark finally spoke up. "Nyla, does Dad's scheme against Uncle Damon tonight have anything to do with you?"Nyla turned to him, her eyes cold. "Why would you think it's related to me?"Clark's gaze grew heavy. After a long pause, he shook his head. "No reason. I just noticed you disappeared for a while earlier, so I thought I'd ask.""If you really want to know the truth, you should ask your dad," Nyla said and then pushed the car door open to leave.…At home, Nyla sat on the sofa and pulled out her phone to find Damon's contact information. After a mom
Nyla shook her head. "That's not what I meant. I just want to say that, whether or not the divorce goes through, I'm very grateful to you, Uncle Damon.""I don't need your gratitude in words," Damon replied.Nyla looked up, meeting Damon's deep, penetrating gaze. Unease washed over her, and she quickly averted her eyes."Then... what do you want?" she asked."Once you've divorced him, I'll tell you what I want," Damon answered.Nyla bit her lower lip. "Alright."It wasn't until she left Damon's office that she finally felt the weight of his intense, probing gaze lift.Nyla let out a breath of relief. A vague idea of what Damon might want lingered in her mind, but since she had already made up her mind, she wouldn't regret whatever she had to sacrifice.As she reached the elevator, she ran into Erin coming out.Upon seeing her, Erin's eyes narrowed, and the smile on her face vanished instantly."Ms. Nyla, if I'm not mistaken, this is the CEO's office, not your lab," Erin remar
Nyla forced a bitter smile. She had always tried to maintain the illusion that her marriage was fine in front of Harrison, but now she realized how foolish she had been."Dad, this was the path I chose. I can accept the consequences," she replied.Before marrying Clark, Harrison had warned her that life with the Sumners might not be easy, especially since the Jaystons were bankrupt.Nyla had believed that as long as she and Clark loved each other, they could overcome anything. Now, she understood how naive she had been.Harrison sighed softly, his voice gentle. "Nyla, don't worry about me. If you feel like you can't stay with him anymore, I'll support whatever decision you make."Nyla's nose tingled as tears threatened to fall. She replied, "Dad, I know. But right now, the most important thing is for you to focus on getting better."Harrison wanted to mention his plan to discharge himself from the hospital, but seeing Nyla's red-rimmed eyes, he held back. He decided to wait for a
Inside the folder were all the pieces of evidence showing how Cyrus had conspired with Clement to sabotage Harris Pharmaceuticals. If this folder were given to Nyla, it would likely send Cyrus to prison.No matter how terrible Cyrus was, he was still Damon's older brother.Damon took the file, his expression cold. "I know what I need to do. You can go now."Spencer hesitated. He wanted to persuade Damon further, but seeing his icy demeanor, he decided to leave without saying more.Once the office was quiet again, Damon opened the file and examined its contents. After a moment, he placed it in the bottom drawer of his desk.Giving this evidence to Nyla would certainly lead to her divorce from Clark, but it would also mean Cyrus' downfall. Despite all the despicable things Cyrus had done, he was still family.After a moment of thought, Damon called Spencer back into the office and quietly gave him a few instructions.The next morning…Nyla had just woken up when she received a ca