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
Nyla looked at Valarie. "What do you mean, giving each other looks? Just eat. I made your favorite—spicy chicken."Valarie nodded. "Okay."As they ate, Damon glanced at Brandon. "When are you going back to the company?"It had been nearly a month since Brandon left the Sumner Group. If he stayed away much longer, the people he had trained might start siding with someone else.Brandon paused mid-bite, instinctively glancing at Valarie across the table. She didn't even look his way.After a brief silence, he lowered his gaze. "In a few days.""Alright." Damon didn't press the issue.Brandon was the CEO of the Sumner Group. Damon couldn't keep treating him like a subordinate.Halfway through the meal, Brandon's phone rang.Seeing Jayden's name on the screen, he frowned and ignored it. But the phone rang again. And again.After declining multiple calls, he realized the others at the table were all looking at him.He picked up the phone. "It might be urgent."Stepping aside, he
"I just wanted to see if you'd tell me the truth. Now I know—you don't trust me," Jayden said.Michelle cried, "Fine! I admit it. I sent Stefan after Valarie. I wanted him to ruin her relationship with Brandon! Go ahead and tell Brandon if you want! I don't care!"She stood, ready to leave.Before she reached the door, Jayden's voice echoed behind her."I won't tell Brandon," he said. "But I won't help you anymore, either. There's still time to stop this. You can walk away now."Michelle's footsteps faltered momentarily, but she didn't turn back. She had never regretted her choices—why would she stop now?As long as she could have Brandon in the end, she wouldn't give up.If Jayden refused to help, she'd just have to figure it out on her own.…That evening, as Valarie got off work, she received a call from Nyla."Valarie, come over for dinner tonight! Oh, and by the way, I sent you a thank-you gift last night. Make sure you accept it," Nyla said.Valarie had seen Nyla's mon
"Whether or not you're having me followed, who I choose to spend time with is my business. I hope you'll stop prying into my private life," Valarie said.Brandon grabbed her wrist, his voice low and firm. "Valarie, the month is almost up. Don't forget the promise you made."She pulled away. "There's still a week left. We'll talk when the time comes."With that, she turned and left.Brandon watched her go, frustration darkening his face.The anonymous photos he'd received that morning were still fresh in his mind, making his expression even stormier.Forcing himself to stay calm, he pulled out his phone and called his assistant. "Find out who sent those photos to my email this morning."After hanging up, his mood remained grim. It was time to give Stefan a warning.Just as he was about to leave, his phone rang again.His eyes flickered with annoyance at the unfamiliar number. Without hesitation, he rejected the call and blocked it.Ever since he'd cut off Michelle, she'd been
Valarie turned to the couch and saw Stefan sitting there, watching her with concern."You stayed here all night?" she asked, surprised."Yeah." He nodded. "You drank too much last night. I was worried about you, so I stayed to look after you.""That must've been exhausting," Valarie remarked.Stefan shook his head. "It wasn't. How do you feel now? I bought you breakfast and made you honey water this morning. If your head hurts, the honey water should help.""I'll wash my face first." Valarie got out of bed and went to the bathroom.While freshening up, she noticed several faint red marks on her neck and chest—suspiciously like hickeys. She frowned slightly.When she stepped out, Stefan was still on the couch, looking especially well-behaved.Valarie sat across from him, pointed at her neck, and asked bluntly, "Did you do this?"The moment the words left her mouth, Stefan's face turned bright red. He lowered his head, avoiding her gaze. "I... I couldn't help myself. But I swear
After placing Valarie on the couch, Stefan stepped out of the private room to answer the call.Michelle sneered. "Stefan, tomorrow is the deadline for your mother's medical bill, and you haven't made any progress."Looks like you really don't care about the money. Or… have you gotten close to Valarie and don't need it anymore?"What a pity. Valarie still doesn't know you have ulterior motives. Do you want me to help tell her?"Stefan lowered his head, his eyes dark with emotion. "I'll send the photos in a bit."He hung up without hesitation.Slipping his phone back into his pocket, he didn't return to the private room immediately. Instead, he leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette. The swirling smoke obscured his features, making it impossible to read his expression.It felt like his entire life had been shrouded in darkness since birth. No matter how hard he fought, he could never break free.His phone buzzed with a new message from Michelle.Michelle: [Stefan, your mo
Nyla continued. "And Buddy?""Mr. Mason has already gone to bed," Lydia reported.Nyla nodded, then turned and made her way to the study.She gently pushed the door open and saw Damon fast asleep on the couch. Quietly, she stepped inside.The couch wasn't very big—perfect for her to nap on while reading. But for someone as tall as Damon, it looked rather cramped.As she moved closer, she noticed he hadn't even loosened his tie before falling asleep. A flicker of distress crossed her eyes. He must have been exhausted from all the wedding preparations.Carefully, she reached out, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt. Then she grabbed a blanket and draped it over him.After making sure he was comfortable, she left the room as quietly as she had entered.Since she wasn't sleepy yet, she decided to sit in the living room for a while.Just as she settled on the couch, Lydia approached with a shawl. "Mrs. Sumner, the temperature drops at night. Keep warm.
Nyla was momentarily stunned but reached out to accept the gift."Can I open it now?" she asked.Alexander nodded. "Of course."She lifted the lid and found a stunning ruby necklace inside, surrounded by diamonds that shimmered like a star-studded sky. It was breathtaking—impossible to look away from."It's beautiful. Thank you," she gasped."As long as you like it, that's all that matters. By the way, where's Buddy?" Alexander asked."He's probably in the main hall," Nyla answered.Alexander chuckled. "Alright. I'll go look for him."As soon as he left, Valarie let out a gasp of amazement. "Nyla, who was that guy? I just saw this necklace on the news a while ago. It was auctioned off for 20,000,000 dollars to a mysterious buyer! And now, I see it in real life—right here!"Nyla was taken aback. She hadn't expected the necklace to be that valuable.She examined it again. Aside from its beauty, it didn't seem all that special."Are you sure it's worth so much?" she asked.Val
Opening the food container, Nyla found it filled with all her favorite snacks. She couldn't help but smile."Valarie, you barely ate anything earlier. Want some?" she asked.Valarie glanced at the food, raised an eyebrow, and replied, "I'm already full—from all the PDA I've been force-fed today."Time passed quickly, and before they knew it, it was already 2:00 p.m.Valarie led Nyla out of the dressing room, where Harrison waited at the entrance, seated in his wheelchair.The moment Nyla saw him, her eyes welled with tears. "Dad."Harrison's voice thickened with emotion. "I'm here to walk you down the aisle."Nyla squeezed his hand as they descended the stairs together.At the entrance to the grand hall, Nyla held her bouquet with one hand and her father's hand with the other, her heart racing with anticipation.The doors swung open.Damon stood at the end of the aisle, dressed in a sharp white suit. His eyes locked onto Nyla's, filled with nothing but love and tenderness.E
At that moment, Nyla finally understood what Damon had meant by a "surprise."Her eyes welled with emotion as she turned to Valarie. "Where is he now?""I'm not sure, but he's probably still handling the wedding preparations. Try on the dress first and see if it fits!" Valarie said with a grin.Nyla blinked back her tears and nodded. "Okay."With Valarie's help, she slipped into the wedding dress.It fit her perfectly—just as she had imagined.Gazing at her reflection in the mirror, she felt a bit dazed.It had been so long since she'd last worn a wedding dress—so long that she had almost forgotten what it felt like.Beside her, Valarie admired the sight. "You look gorgeous! My best friend never disappoints. Oh, wait—there's still this!"Nyla turned to see Valarie holding a diamond-studded tiara. She couldn't help but smile."Let me put it on for you," Valarie offered."Okay."Valarie carefully adjusted the tiara on Nyla's head, making sure it sat just right."Perfect," sh