Damon's black Maybach pulled up next to Nyla's car, drawing their attention.Nyla frowned slightly, while Ryan looked at the car with a puzzled expression.A moment later, Damon stepped out and walked toward them.Ryan was startled. He had met Damon once before, back when he worked for Cyrus. Although he doubted Damon would remember him, he feared that all his previous efforts might be in vain and that his plans for his daughter's treatment abroad could unravel if Damon recognized him in front of Nyla.With this in mind, he quickly turned to Nyla and said in a low voice, "Ms. Jayston, let's stay in touch."Without waiting for her response, he swiftly turned and left.As Ryan hurried away, Damon frowned but chose not to follow. Instead, he stopped beside Nyla's car and asked, "Who was that man standing by your car?"He was certain he had seen that man somewhere before.Nyla replied coolly, "Just someone asking for directions."Damon didn't believe her. Who would come into an un
Damon's heart ached as he thought about Nyla's indifference toward him today.Guilt gnawed at him, accompanied by a nagging sense that he might lose Nyla for good if he didn't set clear boundaries with Rebecca soon.Pushing his turbulent thoughts aside, he picked up the internal line and instructed, "Find out who the man talking to Nyla in the parking lot this morning was."After reviewing the surveillance footage, Spencer quickly brought Ryan's information to Damon's office."Mr. Sumner, Ryan has had no prior interactions with Ms. Jayston, but his father was a victim in the Harris Pharmaceuticals incident," he reportedDamon skimmed through Ryan's details, his brows knitting together as he paused on Ryan's photo.Ryan had a distinctive appearance, marked by a mole at the left corner of his mouth—an easily recognizable feature for anyone who had seen him before.Damon was certain he had encountered him somewhere before, though he couldn't recall where.Setting the file aside, h
Clark's gaze was so intense it felt like it could burn a hole through Jordyn.Jordyn's hand trembled uncontrollably as she held the soup, nearly causing the bowl to fall to the floor. She was certain that if Clark weren't so badly injured, he would have gotten out of bed to strangle her and demand answers."C-Clark, I was just so scared… You used to love Nyla so much… I was afraid you might rekindle that old flame…" she stammered.Clark sneered. "So, you decided to spill everything online without my permission? You went ahead and made our marriage public?"His gaze, once tender, turned icy.A wave of unfairness swelled inside Jordyn. If he hadn't been photographed hugging Nyla, she might not have been threatened by Rebecca or insulted as a mistress online.The more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt.She looked at him with tearful eyes and said, "If you weren't still involved with Nyla and had answered my calls, none of this would have happened! Besides, is there so
Damon's expression darkened as he immediately stood up, instructing coldly, "Keep watching them and have the driver bring the car downstairs."He had an ominous feeling, and his instincts were usually spot-on.…At the restaurant, Nyla was direct. "Mr. Davey, you said you'd only hand over the evidence if we met in person. Can you give it to me now?"Ryan nodded. "Of course."He pulled a file from his bag and handed it to Nyla, his expression solemn. "Ms. Jayston, I hope you can use this evidence wisely and secure justice for my father."If Nyla hadn't suspected that Ryan had ulterior motives, she might have been deceived. He was playing the role of a helpless man seeking justice for his father perfectly—his eyes red and full of frustration."Alright. If the evidence is useful, I will give it to my lawyer as soon as possible," Nyla replied.As she flipped through the file, her face turned pale, and her hands trembled."Are you sure this evidence is real?" she asked."I swear o
Damon clenched his jaw, and anger flared in his eyes. "You were the one who started this. When it ends is up to me."Nyla looked at him coldly. "Damon, don't you think you're being unreasonable? If you really cared about me, you wouldn't have reconciled with Rebecca. Now you're coming back to bother me. Do you want me to be your mistress?"Damon's gaze was icy. "I said I'd need three months.""I've also said that I'm not willing. If you truly feel even a shred of guilt, then stop bothering me," Nyla retorted.She grabbed her bag and turned to leave.Only after she got into the car did her emotions settle.…Back at the restaurant, Damon sat stiffly, his presence radiating coldness.Suddenly, his phone rang.As soon as he answered, a panicked voice came through. "Mr. Damon, you need to come back to the Sumner residence immediately!"…By the time Damon arrived at the residence, over an hour had passed.Walking into the living room, he saw Clark sprawled on the floor—his hair
If Richard really let Clark return to the Sumner Group, who knew? It might just go bankrupt one day."You can go now. There's no need for you to come here anymore. Your affairs are no longer my concern, and I won't deal with you again," Richard said.Clark's eyes flashed with panic as he realized that Richard was truly disappointed in him. He quickly crawled forward and grabbed Richard's leg."Grandpa, I know I was wrong! Please forgive me this once. I promise I'll listen to everything you say from now on," he pleaded.Richard looked down at him, his gaze void of emotion. "I've given you too many chances, and you've never appreciated them. From now on, you're on your own. Whatever you do, you'll have to face the consequences yourself."With that, he turned and left.Clark tried to chase after him, but the service staff stopped him. "Please leave, Mr. Clark.""Get out of my way!" Clark's voice was commanding, but the service staff didn't budge.As Damon stood to leave, he passed
Jordyn hadn't expected Clark to hit her. Too stunned to react, she stumbled back several steps. If she hadn't grabbed onto the cabinet by the entrance, she would have fallen.Her face turned pale as she clutched her stomach, tears welling up in her eyes. "Clark... I'm pregnant... How could you hit me?"Clark sneered. "Why couldn't I? I warned you to take care of yourself and rest, but you stabbed me in the back the first chance you got. You're just a liability. We're getting the divorce papers tomorrow!"Shock flashed across Jordyn's face as she stared at Clark, taking a few moments to process his words."No! I don't agree to a divorce! I won't divorce you!" Jordyn cried.She had worked so hard to marry Clark, and she would rather die than leave him."You don't get a say in this! After the divorce, you can keep the baby or get rid of it. I don't care!" Clark shouted.Realizing he wasn't bluffing, Jordyn panicked. She grabbed his arm, sobbing. "Clark, you can't do this to me! If
Nyla's expression hardened. "We're already divorced. If you show up here again, I'll call the police again."Clark appeared hurt by her words, gazing at her sorrowfully. "I didn't know you hated me this much now..."Nyla turned her head away, unwilling to look at his seemingly affectionate face—it only made her feel sick.After gathering all the necessary information, the police took Clark to the station for questioning. He was eventually bailed out by Jordyn.As soon as Clark exited the police station, he began to walk away, but Jordyn quickly grabbed his arm. "Clark, I know I acted impulsively this time, but we already have a child. Even if you don't care for me, you should think about the child. Besides, if you divorce me now, people will assume you're guilty, and your reputation will suffer even more."Clark coldly shrugged her off. "I don't need your fake kindness. My reputation's already ruined—how much worse can it get? Staying with you will only drag me down further."Aft