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"Let go!" Damon said.Looking into Damon's angry eyes, Nyla finally felt a sense of relief after surviving the ordeal, and her eyes reddened. She slowly opened her hand, revealing the bloody mess of her palm and the piece of glass embedded in it.Damon's expression darkened as he picked her up and headed out.Nyla grabbed his shirt collar, her voice weak. "Mr. Sumner, just have someone bring me some clothes."If Damon carried her out of the company, rumors would undoubtedly spread like wildfire by the next day.Damon looked down at her, his gaze cold. Upon seeing her pale, delicate face looking so pitiful, his expression darkened further. "Your hand is injured. It needs immediate attention."Nyla shook her head stubbornly. "There's a first-aid kit in the lab. I can take care of it myself and go to the hospital later."Damon could tell that she didn't want to be associated with him, so his expression grew even darker. "Should I call Clark for you?"Nyla tightened her grip on his

Clark smirked, his voice void of emotion. "How pitiful. He must hate the person who ruined his family and left him destitute."Michael shuddered at the coldness in Clark's voice. "Mr. Sumner, should we get him out?" Michael asked."Of course. I want to see him within three days," Clark replied.Michael hesitated. He wanted to dissuade him but remained silent, knowing it would be pointless.He hung up with a sigh, contemplating the possibility of finding a new job. Clark's current demands could be disastrous if they were discovered.…Nyla remained in her room until dinner.After eating silently, she quickly retreated upstairs, eager to avoid lingering.Clark watched her departure with a dark, unsettling expression.As Patricia cleared the table, she said, "Mr. Sumner, silent treatments are harmful. Women need to be comforted."Clark frowned, irritation flashing in his eyes. "I know."It wasn't that he didn't want to comfort Nyla, but she wouldn't give him a chance. Moreove

Damon: [Drinks tonight.]Caleb Goddard: [?]Nathaniel Preston: [You've been avoiding us like the plague lately. What's with the sudden enthusiasm? Got your heart broken?]Damon: [Shut up.]Nathaniel: [Alright, alright, I hit a sore spot. I'll stop. There's a new bar on North Saint Street. I'll book a private room.]Damon: [...]…Nyla had just returned to the lab when Melody approached her, asking, "Nyla, why are you so late today? Hey... what happened to your hand? Did you cut yourself during an experiment?"Nyla didn't want too many people to know about yesterday's incident, so she nodded along. "Yeah.""Then let me handle the operations for now. You can supervise," Melody offered."It's fine. It doesn't affect my work," Nyla declined.They chatted briefly before starting the morning's experiment.The morning flew by.Nyla took off her protective goggles and gloves, ready for lunch.Melody, staring at her phone, said, "Nyla, a friend just told me several companies have

Damon had helped Nyla countless times, always rescuing her when she was in danger.How could she not have feelings for him? But what good would that do her?There was no chance for them. They couldn't even overcome the obstacle of societal judgment. Besides, she was still married to Clark.Taking a deep breath, Nyla looked at Damon and spoke slowly. "Mr. Sumner, I want to apologize because you have helped me so much, and I want a chance to repay you. As for Clark, he cheated on me first. Naturally, I wouldn't apologize to Jacqueline on his behalf."Damon's gaze grew icy as he looked at Nyla. "I understand, Ms. Jayston. Please leave. Prospectus Technology hasn't reached the point where it needs to send a woman to the Rainfords to apologize."He didn't look at her again and resumed reading his document.Seeing his cold demeanor, Nyla felt a sharp pang in her heart and bit her lip. "Mr. Sumner, if there's anything you need, you can have Mr. Hogg contact me anytime."Damon didn't re

Meanwhile, Nyla couldn't believe her bad luck. As she left the private room, intending to cross the hall and exit, a drunk man suddenly grabbed her halfway there."Hey, pretty lady, here alone? Hic..." The man hiccuped, his alcohol-laden breath making Nyla nauseous.She yanked her arm free and quickly walked away. However, after just a few steps, several men blocked her path."Hey, lady, ignoring Ty, our boss? You've got guts."Nyla sensed their hostility, and her expression turned cold. "I don't know any 'Ty'. If you don't get out of my way, I'll call the police."The next time she met with Pete, she needed to avoid bars. While they were good for discreet information exchanges, they also attracted troublemakers."Hahaha, call the police? You think we'll give you that chance?" one of the men said as he stepped forward and snatched her phone.Mockingly, he added, "Go ahead, make the call. What are you going to use now?"Nyla remained silent, her mind racing for a way out. They w