Chapter 229

Nyla's voice was gentle yet resolute.

Damon knew her well enough to understand that once she made up her mind, no one could change it. Thus, he didn't press the matter further.

As they arrived at the restaurant entrance, they ran into Clark and Jordyn.

The moment Clark saw Nyla and Damon together, his expression turned cold.

"Uncle Damon, why are you here alone with Nyla?" Clark asked icily.

"I helped her out with something, and she's treating me to dinner to thank me. Is that a problem? Or are you just eager to provide the tabloids with more material? Perhaps you want to give the paparazzi more evidence of your affair?" Damon retorted.

Clark sneered. This restaurant was one of the most private in the city—only the wealthy and influential dined there. The paparazzi wouldn't dare to invade this space.

"Since we've run into each other, why don't we all have dinner together?" Clark suggested.

Damon shot him a frosty glance. "Sitting your pregnant mistress at the same table as your