Since Nyla couldn't truly develop feelings for him, leaving gracefully was the best option.A silence fell between them.Guilt washed over Nyla like a tide, nearly drowning her. She had hurt someone who had been so good to her."Nyla, you don't have to feel guilty. Even if we're not together, we can still be good friends. Those five years were real and meaningful," Oliver said.To him, being by her and Mason's side for those five years was already a blessing.Nyla lowered her gaze, her eyes reddening. She choked out, "Oliver, stop."The kinder he was, the guiltier she felt. If only she could have loved him back…Oliver paused for a moment before standing up with a smile. "Let's go. I'll drive you home."The ride back was filled with silence.Oliver drove slowly, but eventually, the road came to an end.When they reached the building where Nyla lived, he turned to her and said softly, "Let me give you one last hug.""Okay," Nyla whispered.She unbuckled her seatbelt and reac
Now, it hadn't even been long, and they had already broken up?!Oliver didn't want to dwell on it. After acknowledging her, he hung up.His mother didn't call back. After a moment's thought, she reached out to a friend to start preparing for Oliver's blind dates.She had never approved of Nyla, who had already been married and had a child. If Oliver married someone like that, he'd be the laughingstock of their social circle.Now that they had broken up, it was the perfect opportunity. She could finally introduce her son to someone more suitable.…After watching Oliver's car drive away, Nyla turned and headed upstairs.As she reached the door, her phone rang. It was Damon."Nyla, it's almost 11:30 p.m. Why haven't you come to pick up Buddy?" he asked, his tone sharp.Nyla suddenly remembered that she had promised Damon earlier that she'd pick up Mason. She quickly replied, "I'm on my way."She then took a taxi.…Soon, Nyla entered the villa's living room, but only Damon wa
Damon's gaze was serious, and every word struck Nyla's heart, leaving ripples that lingered long after."It's getting late. You should go back. I'll think about what you said," she replied."Okay," Damon agreed.After Damon left, Nyla couldn't stop replaying his words in her mind, but her thoughts were a tangled mess.Having just broken up with Oliver, she knew it would take time to reconsider her feelings about Damon. She decided not to dwell on it any longer.…In the following days, Nyla became overwhelmed with her project.When Valarie called, she was still working overtime, waiting for experimental data to come through."Nyla, what's going on with you and Oliver? Why is he suddenly dating? If he did something to hurt you, I'll fly over to Capitarnia right now and deal with him!" Valarie hissed.Nyla paused, gripping her pen. "We broke up.""What?! How did that happen so suddenly? The last time I saw you two, everything seemed fine. Did he cave under family pressure?" Val
"Stomachache? Did you skip dinner?" Nyla asked."There were a few meetings today. I got busy and forgot. This has happened before. I'll be fine soon," Damon replied.Nyla frowned, noticing his nonchalance. "That's not acceptable. If you keep this up, you'll end up with real stomach problems. There's a pharmacy on the first floor. Let me get you something for the pain."Without waiting for his response, she quickly headed for the elevator.Damon reached out, gently grabbing her arm. "Really, it's unnecessary. I know what I'm doing."She shrugged off his hand, her voice cold. "What experience? Experience with stomachaches? If you don't take care of yourself, your health will only get worse."Damon said nothing.Seeing his silence, Nyla softened her tone. "Give me five minutes."This time, Damon didn't stop her. He simply watched her walk away, his dark eyes following her until she disappeared.In less than five minutes, Nyla returned, slightly out of breath. She held not just th
If it were really going to come to blows, knowing Brody's personality, he would probably just stand there and let Leon hit him, then call the police afterward.Once the police were involved, there was no way Leon could stay on this project.Seeing the concern in Nyla's eyes, Ruby quickly reassured her, "No, I stopped him just in time. He's calmed down now."Hearing that, Nyla finally let out a sigh of relief. "I'm glad you stopped him."After everything that happened last time, Leon had become much more composed, but Nyla still worried he might act impulsively because of her."What's up with that photo anyway? I believe you, but anyone else who sees it could easily get the wrong idea," Ruby asked.After all, the photo clearly showed Damon holding Nyla's hand.Just as Nyla was about to respond, her phone suddenly rang.Seeing it was Damon, she wasn't surprised—he must've heard about the photo, too."I'm going to take this call real quick," she said, moving away.She walked ove
The company group chat fell silent. No one dared to speak up.However, in the smaller private groups without any supervisors, things had already exploded.[Did I read that right? Mr. Sumner said he's pursuing Nyla Kinsey?][I can't believe it either, but that's exactly what it says in his statement.][Wow, I'm so jealous...]Some of the old-timers at Prospectus Technology couldn't help but chime in with the gossip.[Actually, Mr. Sumner went public with her a few years ago, but then she fell into the sea, and everyone thought she had died. No one expected her to reappear five years later.][Is this Nyla Kinsey the same person as Nyla Jayston from before? I was shocked when I first saw her. They look practically identical. Could it be that she got plastic surgery to look like Nyla Jayston to seduce Mr. Sumner?][Who knows? We're just here to watch the drama unfold.][Alright, enough gossiping. If this gets out, Mr. Sumner will definitely follow through on his threat to fire any
Nyla walked out of the lab and asked Damon, "Why are you here?""You asked me why I did it. I came to give you an answer," Damon replied.Upon seeing the seriousness in his eyes, Nyla's heart skipped a beat for some reason. She instinctively looked away."You could have just texted me back. You didn't need to come all the way here," she said."But I wanted to see you," Damon said.She frowned and replied, "Mr. Sumner, you're—""Crossing a line" was what she wanted to say.Before she could finish, Damon interrupted her, "If I told the truth, no one would believe it. By saying I'm pursuing you, the focus shifts to me, and people won't gossip about you anymore. Besides, I do intend to pursue you again."Nyla's mind replayed the things Damon had said to her that night while driving her and Mason home, and she couldn't find the words to respond.She had indeed been thinking about his words over the past few days but hadn't made up her mind about what to do.After a moment of conte
After finishing his dinner, Mason set down his cutlery. "Mommy, I'm done eating.""You're eating so little today. Usually, this whole plate of ribs wouldn't be enough for you alone. Is your stomach bothering you?" Nyla asked."No, I'm really full," Mason replied."Okay, go play for a while then," Nyla told him.After dinner, Nyla played with Mason for a bit before taking him for his bath and getting him ready for bed.Once he was in his pajamas and tucked under the covers, Nyla prepared to read him a bedtime story as usual.However, he suddenly looked up at her and asked, "Mommy, is Uncle Oliver not visiting me anymore?"Nyla paused for a moment before asking, "Why would you ask that?""Before, Uncle Oliver would call me every day, but he hasn't called for several days now. And he hasn't come to our house either," Mason answered.Although Mason was young, he was sensitive and perceptive enough to notice that something had changed between Nyla and Oliver.After a few seconds o
After a brief moment of anger, Gabriel regained his composure, his gaze turning cold. "Damon, Mr. Westcott assured me he wouldn't partner with Prospectus Technology. Otherwise, he wouldn't have signed this contract with me. Stop lying."Damon remained unfazed and spoke calmly. "Believe me or not, it makes no difference to me."With that, he turned and continued into Tim's office with Spencer following close behind.Gabriel stared at Damon's retreating back and instructed his secretary, "We're going back inside. I need to see for myself whether Damon or Tim is lying to me."Trailing Damon, Gabriel stormed into Tim's office.Seeing both men enter together, Tim raised an eyebrow in mild surprise. "Mr. Sumner, Mr. Hackett, what brings the two of you here together? Is there an issue with your contract as well, Mr. Hackett?"The subtle emphasis on "as well" struck Gabriel like a ton of bricks. His expression darkened."Mr. Westcott, you assured me at the restaurant that you wouldn't c
"Mr. Westcott, I'll return the money to him right away," Crystal said quickly.Tim waved dismissively. "No need. Tomorrow, go to the finance department and collect 8,000,000 dollars. After that, you don't need to come to the company."Crystal's face turned pale. She knew all too well that this sum of money was a breakup fee."Mr. Westcott, I truly realize my mistake. Please, give me another chance..." she pleaded, reaching out to grab his sleeve.The moment she saw the cold look in his eyes, her hand froze mid-air, and she dared not move any closer.Tim stood tall, looking down at her with an icy expression. He spoke slowly. "You should be grateful to Mr. Hackett. If he'd only given you a few hundred thousand, that's all you'd be getting from me as well. But 15,000,000 dollars in total for three years? I'd say that's more than enough."He added, his tone final, "I don't want to make this uglier than it has to be. Let's part on good terms."Crystal's face went ashen. She wanted t
"Would you happen to have a moment later? I'd love to discuss something," Gabriel asked.Tim smiled. "What a coincidence. I suppose I can spare a few minutes for a chat.""Excellent," Gabriel replied.Standing, Crystal smoothed her dress. "I'll freshen up."She knew better than to linger during Tim's business discussions."Your lipstick needs touching up. Take your time," Tim said mildly."Of course," Crystal answered.She found a quiet spot and sat for over half an hour, waiting until she received a bank notification confirming a deposit of 7,000,000 dollars.Satisfied, she returned to the table, only to find Tim dining alone."Tim, when did Mr. Hackett leave?" she asked, quickening her pace to sit across from him.Tim continued cutting his steak with deliberate precision. "No talking while eating."Although his tone was calm, Crystal had been with him long enough to sense his simmering anger.She pressed her lips together, instinctively explaining, "Tim, I'm sorry. Mr. Ha
By midday, Tim still refused to see Gabriel.Gabriel, considering taking a break and returning later, received a call from his secretary."Mr. Hackett, I found out Mr. Westcott has a girlfriend. Perhaps she could help arrange a meeting," his secretary said.A spark lit in Gabriel's eyes. "Send me her details right away."The secretary quickly forwarded the information.Tim's girlfriend, Crystal Glasco, came from an average family and worked as his assistant.Her background was straightforward—a bachelor's degree and a job at the Westcott Group right after graduation, where she became Tim's assistant.Their relationship, however, was more about Tim keeping her than about them being equals. That said, their three years together suggested Tim held some level of affection for her.After reviewing the details, Gabriel immediately called his secretary back. "Find a way to contact Crystal. I need to meet her today."…At around 8:00 p.m., Crystal entered an upscale restaurant in Cap
Under Tim's leadership, the Westcott Group maintained its position as one of the top four families in Capitarnia, leaving the other three far behind.After reading the file, Gabriel closed it and asked coldly, "I asked you to arrange a meeting with Mr. Westcott. What's their response?"The secretary hesitated. "Mr. Hackett, Mr. Westcott's secretary hasn't responded. It seems they aren't interested in meeting with you."Gabriel wasn't fazed. The document made it clear that Tim was proud and highly selective in his dealings. Such a person wasn't easily approached.For Damon to even gain the Westcott Group's consideration, he must have put in significant effort.Still, there was an opportunity as long as the contract wasn't signed."No need to wait for a reply. I'll go to the Westcott Group myself tomorrow morning," Gabriel said."Understood, Mr. Hackett," the secretary replied.…At 7:00 a.m. the next day, Gabriel was already standing outside the Westcott Group. The sun hadn't f
Damon nodded. "Got it. Have the PR department continue contacting major media outlets to remove any negative commentary about Prospectus Technology. We can't let this situation escalate further."In the business world, public opinion could be lethal. Most people were naturally inclined to follow the crowd. Without knowing the full picture, they could easily be misled.If the narrative that Prospectus Technology's chips were faulty spread too far, restoring their reputation later would require monumental resources. It was critical to stop this from snowballing now."Understood, Mr. Sumner. By the way, how's the deal in Capitarnia coming along?" someone asked.Upon hearing that, Damon's previously tense expression relaxed slightly. "Progress is decent. Barring any unforeseen issues, we should be able to sign the contract in a couple of days."The group on the call let out a collective sigh of relief.Once the deal was signed, Prospectus Technology would recover some of its losses
"We can sign an agreement if you're still worried. I promise never to challenge your custody of Wilhelm in my lifetime," Jane assured.Seeing her determination, Gabriel remained silent.Noticing his hesitation, Jane gripped the armrests of her wheelchair tightly. "Gabriel, you're already hesitating, even though you haven't remarried yet. How can I believe you'll treat Wilhelm fairly in the future?"Gabriel's gaze turned cold. "No matter what, Wilhelm will be better off with me than with you. When and how much of the shares I give him is my decision, not yours."With that, he turned to leave.As he reached the doorway, Jane's voice echoed behind him. "If you don't transfer half your shares to Wilhelm, I won't leave the country!"Gabriel paused, then glanced back at her mockingly. "Whether you leave or stay means nothing to me. And why would you think your refusal to leave is a threat to me?""Gabriel, you're a bastard!" Jane shouted.Gabriel smirked and left without another word
Wilhelm froze for a moment, his eyes welling up with tears as confusion and hurt clouded them."Mommy, do you really not want me anymore?" he asked, his voice trembling.Jane's gaze flickered with a brief trace of pain as she looked at Wilhelm sitting pitifully on the floor. But the softness in her eyes vanished as quickly as it appeared.She stared at him coldly. "That's right. I never wanted you. I hit you to try and get your father to come back."The other day, when I took you out for steak, I deliberately let you eat that hazelnut cake. You started itching later because you're allergic—that was intentional, too. I wanted you hospitalized so I could force your father to see me."Her tone grew harsher. "Now that Gabriel and I are divorced, you're of no use to me. You're just a burden. Taking you with me would only drag me down."And I hate your father. Naturally, I hate you, too. Don't show up in front of me again!"Wilhelm sat frozen, her words cutting into him like shards of
If Wilhelm stopped wanting to see Jane, the bond between them would naturally fade over time."No! I don't want food!" Wilhelm cried, hurling Gabriel's phone onto the car seat.He began pounding on the car door, trying to open it. "I want to see Mommy! I want to live with her, not you!"Gabriel, his patience wearing thin, locked the doors with a sharp click and turned to Wilhelm, his expression darkening."Your mother doesn't want you. Even if you find her, she won't take you. I'm the only one you have now," he said."I hate you! I don't want to be with you! I don't want you as my dad!" Wilhelm screamed.Gabriel's restraint, already fraying after days of tantrums, finally snapped. He stared at his son and said coldly, "It doesn't matter whether you want me or not. No one wants you now except me."Jane didn't want Wilhelm. The Wilkies wouldn't want him either."That's not true!" Wilhelm sobbed uncontrollably. "Mommy wants me. Mommy's just mad. If I'm good, she'll take me back! S