Just as Nyla and Valarie were about to leave after finishing dinner, they ran into Oliver again, who had just completed his business meeting."Ms. Jayston, Valarie, what a coincidence," Oliver greeted them warmly.Valarie raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes. "It really is."Oliver turned to Nyla, his tone gentle. "Ms. Jayston, did you two have any drinks tonight? I can give you a ride home if you need."Nyla shook her head. "No. We didn't drink, and both of us drove here. But thanks for the offer, Mr. Raynor."A flicker of disappointment crossed Oliver's face, but he quickly recovered with a smile. "Alright then, maybe we can grab a meal together sometime."Valarie chimed in with a smile. "I doubt there'll be a chance for that. Nyla is leaving for Capitarnia in a few days."Oliver froze for a moment. "Ms. Jayston, why are you moving to Capitarnia?"His eyes filled with curiosity as he looked at Nyla."I'm planning to work there," Nyla replied.She didn't want to sh
The room fell silent for a few seconds, Nyla's hand on the door handle, unmoving. She wanted to hear how Harrison would respond—whether he would defend her or…Finally, Harrison's voice, weak and strained, broke the silence. "Don't mention her in front of me again. From now on, I'll act as if I never had this daughter."Nyla's hand slowly relaxed, and she looked down with a bitter smile.It seemed Harrison was truly disappointed in her and no longer wanted to acknowledge her as his daughter. That was fine, though. It allowed her to leave without any regrets.Taking a deep breath, she turned and walked away.Wren watched the shadow at the door disappear, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.Turning back to Harrison, she put on a smile. "Well, I know you. You're just upset. You're still angry because she hasn't come to see you during this time. If she had come, you'd probably be overjoyed."Harrison snorted and said nothing more.After a moment, he couldn't help but ask, "Do you th
As Nyla spoke, she fumbled for the car's ignition and slammed it.Hearing the engine roar to life, the man immediately reached into the car, attempting to open the back door.Without hesitation, Nyla floored the gas pedal, and the car surged forward, dragging the man with it.He didn't let go. Instead, he clung to the door and growled, "You're dead, you filthy bitch!"Nyla tried to accelerate to throw him off, but not only did he hold onto the door but also started climbing into the car. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her face growing paler.Finally, she made up her mind and slammed the gas pedal again, accelerating rapidly.Now the man showed real fear. "Stop! You filthy bitch! Or I'll kill you!"At this speed, he could be thrown off and killed instantly if he wasn't careful.Just as Nyla was about to throw him off, a large truck appeared directly before her, barreling toward her.Her face went pale, and she swerved sharply to the right.The car slammed into a tree,
"That's it?" Jordyn asked in disbelief.She had expected Rebecca to ask her to kill Nyla herself."Yes, that's it. After you finish this, you can go pick up your parents and brother," Rebecca replied calmly."Okay," Jordyn muttered.After ending the call, Rebecca smiled, her heart brimming with satisfaction. She had no intention of letting Nyla die quickly. No, she planned to strip her of every shred of dignity, to turn her life into a living hell....Damon was in the middle of a meeting at Prospectus Technology when the door suddenly burst open. Spencer rushed in, looking frantic.Everyone in the conference room shot him disapproving looks."Mr. Hogg, we're in the middle of a meeting. What on earth do you think you're doing?!" a shareholder admonished."I can't believe Mr. Sumner still keeps such an unprofessional secretary!" another complained.A shareholder sneered. "Yeah, is he this reckless when Mr. Sumner negotiates with partners?"Ignoring the irritated glances, Spen
Before Spencer could finish speaking, he was silenced by Damon's icy, murderous glare.Damon's lips were pressed into a thin line as he stood by the elevator, his face expressionless. However, the cold, oppressive aura he exuded made it clear that no one should approach him.…During the ride to the accident site, Damon remained silent, lost in thought.As they approached the scene, they saw the area cordoned off with police tape."Stop the car," Damon ordered.As soon as the vehicle came to a halt, Damon flung the door open and swiftly headed to the burned-out car.A police officer stopped him before he could cross the tape."It's dangerous inside. Unauthorized personnel aren't allowed in!" the officer warned.Damon ignored him and continued forward.The officer made a move to stop him again but was suddenly pulled back by someone nearby. "Are you crazy? Do you even know who Damon Sumner is?"The officer frowned, about to protest, when the lead investigator on the case appr
"What did you just say?!" Jordyn's face twisted with a mix of disbelief and fury.Rebecca had stabbed her in the back!Grabbing her phone, Jordyn dialed Rebecca and screamed, "Rebecca, you bitch! How dare you play me like this? I won't let you get away with it!"Rebecca's voice oozed with mockery. "Did you really think I'd give you the chance? Jordyn, you only have yourself to blame for knowing too much and trying to use it against me."With that, she hung up.Seething, Jordyn tried calling back, but a sharp pain pierced the back of her head. Feeling something wet, she reached up and found her hand smeared with blood.Panic surged through her. She spun around to flee, but before she could reach the door, someone yanked her by the hair. She was dragged backward and slammed to the floor.The door slammed shut with a deafening bang.Jordyn trembled uncontrollably, overwhelmed by terror. Ignoring the pain, she scrambled backward, her eyes wide with fear as a man slowly advanced tow
Clark stood frozen, like a statue."Mr. Sumner…" Michael called out."I'm going to find Nyla. I refuse to believe she's in danger!" Clark cried.He shoved Michael's phone back into his hands and turned toward the elevator.Michael quickly blocked his path. "Mr. Sumner, there's a very important international meeting later. You can't leave now."The meeting was crucial for a major company deal. If Clark skipped it, it would severely offend the other party.Clark's face went ashen, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. He hesitated for a moment, clearly torn.After a deep breath, he turned and headed for his office. "Keep an eye on the police station. Notify me immediately if there's any news.""Got it," Michael promised.As Clark reached the office door, he suddenly remembered the strange text message from Jordyn earlier. He spun around and ordered, "Find out where Jordyn is right now!"He dialed Jordyn's number, but it rang with no answer.…Near a river on the east s
The man didn't say a word. He walked silently up to Nyla and handed her a tuna melt sandwich.The fact that he offered her food suggested he probably wasn't planning to kill her—at least not right now.Nyla took a deep breath to calm herself and looked up at the man. "Why have you kidnapped me? For money? Or something else? Are you following someone's orders?"When she mentioned the possibility of orders, she saw the man's eyes widen sharply. She was certain now that he had been sent by someone who deeply hated her."Are you going to eat or not?" The man's voice was rough and cold as he stared at her."I'll pay you double whatever they offered. And the one who orchestrated this—it's either Jordyn or Rebecca, right?" Nyla asked.Aside from them, no one else had a motive to kidnap her.Seeing the man's expression change again, she knew she had guessed correctly."I can offer you double the benefit, just let me go—"Before she could finish, the man slammed the plate onto the grou