Melody stood frozen for a moment, stunned by Nyla's questions.After a long pause, she finally spoke. "Does it really matter? As long as you know I did it, isn't that enough?""Of course it matters. When the police come, they'll ask for these details too. If your answers don't match Contelligence's, it will be clear someone else is behind this," Nyla replied.If Contelligence had been interested in Prospectus Technology's research data from the start, they wouldn't have made it public. They'd know it would lead to a lawsuit. The fact that they released it meant they never intended to keep it. Their goal was simply to target Prospectus Technology.More importantly, Nyla had checked the security footage after growing suspicious of Melody. Melody had been delivering meals to her from the cafeteria every day, and the surveillance had never cut out. There had been no opportunity for her to drug Nyla's food or drink.Melody bit her lip and took a deep breath. "Then I'll answer those q
Seeing Nyla's sadness, Damon wanted to pull her into his arms. However, as soon as he touched her, she stepped back.A flicker of disappointment crossed his eyes as he noticed how she deliberately kept her distance."You should head home for now. I've asked Spencer to investigate, and I'll let you know when we have results," he said."Alright," Nyla answered.She walked out of Prospectus Technology and saw Gabriel standing by her car, clearly waiting for her. She quickly approached, her attitude as cold as ever. "Do you need something?""Nyla, have you figured it out?" Gabriel asked.Nyla looked up at him. "Figured out what?""Nothing," he replied.His gentle facade only made Nyla feel more disgusted. He clearly despised her, yet continued to put on this act. She almost pitied him for how hard he tried."If there's nothing else, I'm leaving," she said.Gabriel nodded. "Alright."As Nyla's car disappeared from sight, Gabriel finally looked away, got into his vehicle, and head
Nyla lowered her gaze to the soup bubbling in the pot and fell silent.The kitchen was quiet, save for the sound of Damon chopping vegetables and the faint hum of the range hood.When Damon finished slicing the potatoes, Nyla glanced at him. "You can go sit in the living room. I'll handle the rest."Their relationship wasn't the kind where they should be cooking together. Nyla was already starting to regret not turning him away at the door.Damon stared at her for a few seconds before nodding. "Alright."Once he left the kitchen, Nyla breathed a sigh of relief. She poured the soup into a bowl, quickly washed the pot, and began stir-frying the potatoes.About ten minutes later, she brought the dishes out, surprised to find Damon asleep on the sofa. She instinctively softened her footsteps.After setting the table, Nyla hesitated to wake him. In the end, she decided to give him another 30 minutes. If he was still asleep by then, she'd wake him.Fortunately, Damon woke on his own
Nyla hummed in response. She was about to take out the trash, so she decided to walk Damon downstairs as well.Damon, wanting to spend more time with her, refrained from offering to take the trash for her.Nyla's apartment wasn't on a high floor, so despite Damon's intentions, there wasn't much time to linger.Once they reached the ground floor, Nyla threw the trash into the bin and turned to Damon. "Mr. Sumner, I won't see you off any further."Without waiting for a reply, she turned and walked away.Damon watched her retreating figure with a complex expression. He sensed that Nyla had truly let go of their past.He wasn't sure how long it would take for her to forgive him, but he believed that day would eventually come.…Back at her door, just as Nyla was about to unlock it, a sudden noise from the stairwell startled her.She turned to see Gabriel emerging from the hallway, his gaze fixed on her, eyes dark and unreadable.A wave of unease swept over Nyla as she instinctive
Damon stood protectively in front of Nyla, shielding her from Gabriel. All she could see was the back of his head, but the panic inside her began to fade slowly.Instinctively, she grasped the back of his suit jacket, her eyes filling with tears.Thank goodness he had returned. Otherwise, who knew what Gabriel might have done to her?Damon glared at Gabriel, his jaw clenched, exuding an icy, intimidating aura.Meanwhile, Gabriel had completely shed his usual gentle demeanor. He returned Damon's glare with nothing but hostility and contempt."Mr. Sumner, juggling getting back together with your ex while messing around with Nyla... The men in your family are all the same, aren't they?" Gabriel sneered."You're in no position to lecture me. Get lost," Damon shot back, his voice cold and cutting.Instead of responding, Gabriel turned his gaze to Nyla behind Damon. "Nyla, I won't give up that easily.""If you ever come near her again, I'll make sure you regret it!" Damon's voice was
Sensing that Nyla was about to refuse, Damon pressed further, "I'll drive you, or you can stay at my place. Your choice.""I'll call Valarie first," Nyla replied.She quickly dialed Valarie and briefly explained what had happened, asking if she could stay at her place for a few days.Valarie, furious, immediately offered to come pick her up.Just as Nyla was about to agree, Damon calmly took the phone from her hand. "It's too late for that. I'll take Nyla over. You don't need to come," he said firmly.There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before Valarie's voice came through, much louder. "Damon, why are you at Nyla's place?!"Damon ignored her question. "Just send me the address, Ms. Weir. I'll take care of it."He hung up and handed the phone back to Nyla, his expression calm. "Go pack your things."Nyla pressed her lips together as if she wanted to say something. Seeing the calm determination in Damon's eyes, she took the phone and nodded before heading
Damon's jaw was clenched, and his hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that they turned white.Nyla turned her head away, feeling a wave of bitterness welling up inside her.From the moment he chose Rebecca, any possibility between them had disappeared. So why was he acting like this now? Who was he trying to convince?He had saved her tonight, and she was genuinely grateful. She even felt a bit softened toward him. However, she knew deep down that the gap between them couldn't be bridged just by liking each other.She also didn't want to experience the heart-wrenching pain of watching someone she loved walk away with someone else again."Mr. Sumner, I appreciate your help, but it's really not necessary," Nyla said.They had broken up, and she didn't want to owe Damon any more than she already did.Damon abruptly braked and pulled the car over to the side of the road. He turned to face her, his gaze filled with restraint and frustration."Nyla, can you stop being so stub
Nyla responded to the message and transferred some money before putting her phone away and heading to the bathroom with her clothes.…Meanwhile, Damon received a call from Spencer on his way home."Mr. Sumner, a gossip account just posted a photo of Ms. Austen and Mr. Preston kissing at a restaurant, claiming she's cheating on you with him. The Internet is blowing up with people saying you've been played. Should we address it?" Spencer reported.Damon's expression remained icy. "Ignore it. Let them handle it themselves."He had already broken up with Rebecca. Whoever she was with now was none of his concern."Understood," Spencer replied.As soon as Damon hung up, his phone rang again.Seeing Rebecca's name on the screen, he hesitated but eventually answered. "I assume you've made up your mind about what you want?"There was a brief silence on the other end before Rebecca's voice, filled with a touch of desperation, came through. "Damon, I called to explain. The picture of me