Clark's head snapped to the side from the slap, yet he laughed aloud. "Dad, you're scared Grandpa will cut off your allowance if you upset him. But I'm not afraid. Now that I know Nyla is alive, I have to go back to the country!"Damon's gaze hardened, his voice ice-cold as he addressed Cyrus, "What did Clark mean?"Cyrus didn't have time for Clark's outbursts. He turned to Damon, his expression tense. "Damon, I don't know anything. Clark hasn't been right in the head since he went abroad. He's just rambling."If Richard discovered they had leaked information about Damon's hypnosis, they would be in serious trouble—he'd cut off their allowances, and that would be the end of them.Damon's face grew even colder. "Cyrus, I think I can determine for myself whether he's in his right mind."Cyrus sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "Damon, stop asking. I really don't know anything."Damon sneered. "Fine. If you won't tell me, I'll ask Dad myself!"Without another word, Damon tur
Oliver paused, his gaze falling on Nyla's hand resting on his. Her skin was fair, her fingers delicate, resembling fine porcelain. It was hard for him to look away."Nyla, thank you," he said softly.Nyla raised an eyebrow. "You're thanking me while telling me not to say thank you? That's pretty polite of you."Oliver chuckled. "Alright, I'll try to avoid saying it in the future, too.""That's more like it," Nyla teased.…After they finished their meal, Oliver dropped Nyla off at the lab before heading back to the Raynor Group.As soon as he walked into his office, he noticed Fred sitting on the couch."Mr. Burridge, are you looking for me?" Oliver asked.Fred glared at him, his voice laced with resentment. "Oliver, even if you've regained this position, you won't be able to keep it for long!""You don't need to worry about that, Mr. Burridge. Just focus on your own work," Oliver replied calmly.Fred snorted, stood up, and brushed past Oliver as he walked toward the door, d
Mentioning this made Richard's chest rise and fall with anger. He cursed in his heart, wondering why Nyla hadn't died back then."Is that really all it takes?" Damon asked."Yes! For the Sumners, reputation is more important than anything!" Richard snapped.Damon took a deep breath, trying to suppress the emotions threatening to boil over. "What exactly did you do to me five years ago? Why don't I have any memories related to her?"Richard maintained a straight face. "You don't need to worry about that. You'll never remember that woman, and I won't allow you to remain entangled with her."Remember, you're engaged now. If you get involved with her again, she won't be able to handle the consequences!""And what if I want to be involved with her?" Damon pressed.He didn't have any feelings for Nyla. In fact, he felt a bit of repulsion. However, he was even less willing to let others dictate his life.Whether he ended up hating Nyla or falling in love with her again after regaining
"What?" Nyla exclaimed.She pushed Oliver away, scrambled to her feet, and rushed toward Mason's room.The door stood open, revealing a complete mess inside.Nyla widened her eyes as she quickly searched for any sign of Mason but found nothing. A wave of panic washed over her, and she began to tremble uncontrollably.As she turned to run out the door, Oliver quickly grabbed her arm. "Nyla, calm down. I've already called the police and sent my team to look for Buddy. Trust me, we'll find him soon. You don’t even know where to start looking for him…"Nyla shook off his hand and continued toward the door, her face devoid of emotion.Oliver blocked her path, his voice firm for the first time. "Nyla, I can't let you leave. If Buddy is still missing and you run into trouble, I will never forgive myself."Nyla glared at him coldly. "Let me through!""No! Capitarnia is enormous. Where are you going to look for Buddy? You need to calm down," Oliver coaxed."I am calm! I don’t want to s
"You just need to know that he's safe. You don't need to ask anything else," Damon said before hanging up.When Nyla called again, he refused to answer. She fumed, nearly losing her mind.Oliver grabbed her arm, worried she would act impulsively. "Nyla, calm down. At least we know Buddy is safe. I'll find out where Damon is hiding him, and we will definitely locate him. Don't worry."With Oliver's gentle reassurance, Nyla finally began to calm down."Okay, I understand. Thank you for your help, Oliver," she said."What's going on with you and Buddy is my business too. You've been through a lot. Sit down and rest for a bit," Oliver advised."Alright," Nyla replied.Oliver guided Nyla to the couch, relieved to see her calmer than before. He immediately called his subordinates to find out Damon's whereabouts.Nyla took a deep breath to suppress her impulse to find Damon and looked up at Oliver. "It's getting late. You should head home now.""It's fine. I'll stay with you a little
Nyla glanced at Oliver with a mix of resignation and nodded. "Alright, you should head back now. You can still get a few hours of sleep before dawn.""Okay, stay safe. Call me if anything comes up," Oliver said.After seeing him off, Nyla pulled out her suitcase and began packing. In less than half an hour, she was ready to leave.The trip from Capitarnia to Saintornia would take over three hours.Νyla hadn't slept all night and felt utterly exhausted, yet sleep refused to come. If it were up to her, she would never set foot in Saintornia again.But for Mason, she had to go back.…Cyrus had just reached the entrance of the Sumner residence when Damon's men blocked his path."What's the meaning of this? Am I not even allowed into my own home?" Cyrus demanded.A cold voice echoed from the group. "Of course you are, Cyrus. Welcome back."At the sight of Damon, Cyrus' expression darkened, his fists clenching at his sides."Damon, I heard you've locked up Dad. Have you lost your
"Yes, Dad... I know Damon is your favorite son, but what he's done this time is just too much. Are you really going to keep putting up with him?" Cyrus asked.Richard fell silent for a moment before sighing. "I know. The reason I called you back is because of this. Once he regains his memories, he'll probably end up turning against all of us."Cyrus hesitated and lowered his voice. "Dad, the doctor who performed Damon's hypnosis died in an accident three months ago. So, Damon might not be able to regain his memories.""Whether he can or not is no longer important. After this incident, I've realized it's better to hand the company over to someone obedient rather than a disobedient son," Richard concluded.Cyrus' eyes lit up, and he clenched his fists in excitement. Could it be…"Dad, are you saying…" Cyrus trailed off."I still have 20% of the shares in the Sumner Group, and I plan to transfer them all to Clark," Richard said.Disappointment flickered in Cyrus' eyes. He had hoped
Richard looked up at Damon, displeased. "Is this how you talk to your father?"Damon's expression was tense, his eyes devoid of warmth. "My attitude toward you depends on your actions."Richard scoffed. "Good! Very well! I really raised a fine son!""I'll ask you again. Where is Buddy right now?" Damon repeated."If you want to know, go look for him yourself," Richard replied.Damon narrowed his eyes, speaking each word slowly. "Dad, you should know my patience is limited.""Are you threatening me? What do you think you have to threaten me with?" Richard snapped."Not much. Just something in my possession that could destroy the Sumner Group," Damon said calmly.Richard's expression shifted dramatically as he fixed his gaze on Damon. "You think you can scare me with that?"Damon raised an eyebrow. "Donald Dunlop from the board—he's your man, right?"Over the years, despite Richard's official retreat from the company, he had maintained several spies within the Sumner Group.Da