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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Demon’t departing figure, Spencer sighed and did

room and was about to knock on the

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

low, tense voice. “How is she right

if you keep bothering her, who knows what might happen

increased Damon’s impatience. “Ms Weir, I admit I didn’t handle things well this time, but

seems she doesn’t want to see you. You should just

if I insist on entering this room, you

cold laugh. “Oh? Trying to use your position as the CEO of Prospectus Technology to intimidate me? But you’re mistaken–I’m not one of your

saying nothing more, but his eyes

be troubled because of her issues with Damon. She called out, “Valarie, let him in. I have

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

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 paint and had painful, itchy rashes

okay. You should go home now. Thank you for everything today,” Nyla said.

she couldn’t just walk

stay here by the door. Call me if you need

concealed concern beneath her anger, Nyla felt a surge of warmth and