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
"Okay, where should we meet?" Damon asked."I'll meet you at your office after work," Nyla replied.After hanging up, Nyla took a deep breath and returned to her room to shower and rest.-The next evening, after finishing her work at the lab, Nyla headed straight to the top floor to find Damon.Spencer had been instructed to expect her, so when he saw her, he immediately approached. "Ms. Kinsey, Mr. Sumner is waiting for you in his office. I'll take you there.""Thank you," Nyla replied.Spencer led her to the office and quickly left.Damon put down the file he was holding and looked up at her. "Have a seat. I'll sign off on this document, and then I'll be with you."Nyla sat down on the sofa.A few minutes later, Damon walked over and sat across from her. "What did you want to discuss?"Pressing her lips together, Nyla said, "I've thought it over carefully. Buddy is at a sensitive age right now, and he needs a complete family. So, I agree with what you proposed before. I'm
Rebecca, losing patience, arranged to meet Sullivan."When are you finally going to take action? If you don't have the guts to do it, I can find someone else!" she demanded.A hint of disdain flickered in Sullivan's eyes as he observed her agitation, though he maintained a gentle smile."Rebecca, don't worry. Setting up an accident takes time. If I rush it and someone finds evidence, forcing me to confess, everything will be ruined," he coaxed.Rebecca's gaze was mocking as she snapped, "Sullivan, don't give me excuses. Just tell me when I can expect news of Nyla's death!""I promise it won't take longer than a month," Sullivan replied."A month? Do you take me for a fool?!" Rebecca cried."Rebecca, a month is really the fastest I can manage. Besides, you also need time to transfer Nathaniel's money, don't you?" Sullivan countered.Rebecca gritted her teeth. "Fine. I'll give you one last month. If Nyla is still alive by then, I'll tell Damon everything you did while at Prospect
Gabriel's name flashed through Nyla's mind again, but she quickly dismissed it. After all, he was married now with a child and seemed to have a happy life.He wouldn't do something like this... or would he?…Half an hour later, Caroline finally called back."Nyla, I couldn't find any information on that number. It must have been deliberately hidden. Why are you investigating it?" she asked.Nyla hadn't expected that even Caroline, who was skilled in computer hacking and had previously tracked down online trolls to their home addresses, couldn't find anything. This only confirmed that the person behind this had malicious intent."It's nothing. Thank you for helping. I'll treat you to dinner when I'm back in Capitarnia," Nyla replied.Realizing that Nyla didn't want to elaborate, Caroline didn't press further. "I couldn't even find the owner's name. I didn't help at all—no need to treat me. By the way, how's everything going in Saintornia? Is the project progressing smoothly?"A
"Nyla, don't feel like it's a bother. It's what I should do, and I'm really glad you called me tonight," Damon replied.At the very least, he sensed that Nyla needed him.A flicker of emotion crossed Nyla's face before she lowered her head and said, "I'm a bit tired, so I'll head to my room now. You should get some rest too.""Alright," Damon answered.Without another glance at him, Nyla pushed open the door to her room. Once it was shut behind her, she exhaled softly, finally feeling a bit relieved.She placed a hand over her chest, feeling her heartbeat quicken, and couldn't help but smile wryly. Then, she grabbed her clothes and went to the bathroom for a shower.As Nyla disappeared behind the door, Damon's expression turned cold. He quickly walked downstairs and headed straight for his study.Spencer acted swiftly, taking less than an hour to identify the mysterious caller."Mr. Sumner, the person is Howard Rowley, 29 years old. He works as a security guard at Ms. Kinsey's
"Yeah, it's a security guard from your apartment complex. But I think there's more to it," Damon replied.A security guard?Nyla frowned, trying to recall any interactions, but she couldn't remember ever talking to the security guards at her complex. Besides, a guard wouldn't say things like "Welcome back" to her.Noticing her frown, Damon said calmly, "Don't worry about it. I'll handle it. For now, I'll have the driver take Buddy to and from school, and you can commute with me. That way, I can ensure your safety."Thinking about the messages from last night, Nyla felt that chill creep up her spine again. She nodded. "Okay, I'll listen to you."After finishing breakfast, the driver took them to the office. On the way, Damon asked if they needed to keep their relationship a secret.Nyla thought for a moment and replied, "No need. It's not something we can hide for long anyway, so let's just go with the flow."A spark lit up in Damon's eyes as he answered, "Alright."When the car
Ruby shook her head, lowering it in guilt. "Nyla, I'm sorry. I didn't sleep well last night... I promise I won't make any mistakes this afternoon."Seeing Ruby's exhaustion and the dark circles under her eyes, Nyla realized she truly hadn't rested well, so she didn't scold her further. "Alright, go get some lunch and take a good rest.""Okay, thank you. I'll finish organizing the documents and then head out," Ruby replied.Nyla didn't say anything more and left the office, heading to the top floor to find Damon.Not long after Nyla left, Ruby's phone started ringing. Seeing the number flashing on the screen, her face went pale, and she didn't pick up.The calls kept coming like an ominous reminder.She grabbed her phone, intending to block the number, but hesitated at the last moment.Very soon, her phone rang again. She took a deep breath and answered, "I sent you all the money I had last night. I don't have any left!""Ruby, your brother has been taken by the debt collectors.