Chasing the Unexpected (Nyla)

Damon frowned. “Get them removed immediately!”

“I’ve already sent security to handle it,” Spencer replied.

Just then, Spencer’s phone rang. After answering, his face turned grim.

“Mr. Sumner, Ms. Jayston was just attacked with paint while she was parking in the underground lot. She’s on her way to the hospital now,” Spencer reported.

Damon shot to his feet, his aura so frigid it seemed to freeze the air around him.

Spencer quickly followed, recognizing the tension in Damon’s jaw. He knew Damon was genuinely furious. However, he had to intervene. “Mr. Sumner, with the public already discussing you and Ms. Jayston, going to the hospital now and getting photographed could exacerbate the situation.”

Damon glared at him and spoke with icy resolve. “Have they apprehended the person who threw the paint?

“They have,” Spencer answered.

“Go to the police station and follow up. Check if they have any prior offenses. I don’t want them released again,” Damon instructed

“Yes, sir,” Spencer replied.

“I have to go to the hospital. Whether or not I get photographed, I won’t let anyone hurt her again,” Damon declared before brushing past Spencer and leaving.

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was about to knock on the door when it opened

coldly, “Damon, are you here to gloat over how

he spoke in a low,

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didn’t handle things well this time, but it won’t happen again. I’d like to see Nyla. Could

sorry, but it seems she doesn’t want to see you. You should just

you should know that if I

to use your position as the CEO of Prospectus Technology to intimidate me? But you’re mistaken–I’m not

stared at her, saying nothing more, but his

of her issues

at her, frustration clear in her expression. “Aren’t you already suffering

the hospital, Nyla had been covered in paint. It had taken the doctors a long time to clean her up. Even after they finished, she still reeked of

okay. You should go home now. Thank you for

but knew she couldn’t just walk away–she didn’t know

a moment of silence, she said coldly, “I’ll stay here by the door. Call me if

felt a surge of warmth