Chapter 218

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