Although Clark was holding Nyla, her displeasure was evident.

Clearly, she was unhappy with the situation. Additionally, his hand was concealed inside her coat, which seemed highly suspicious. "What are you doing here?" Damon demanded.

His cold gaze settled on Clark as he tapped lightly on the desk, emanating an oppressive aura.

Clark leaned closer to Nyla and whispered, "Speak."

His hand, hidden behind Nyla, shifted slightly, causing her to go rigid.

At that moment, Damon finally realized what felt so off.

His eyes turned icy as he fixed his sharp gaze on Clark. It was as if it could cut through him at any moment.

"Clark, it seems you really want to join your father!" Damon threatened.

Intimidated by Damon's aura, Clark's hand on Nyla's waist trembled.

Damon's eyes. "Uncle Damon, if I hadn't

to let her go. Otherwise, I'll ensure you understand the meaning of regret!"

you can make in a negotiation is acting rashly. Revealing your hand too

do you want?" Damon

should already know what I want. Why bother asking?" Clark

stole. Tell them that if they agree to

Damon to make such a decisive move

with a steely

such a rush, Uncle Damon. My secretary will call me when everything is

nephew, and if anyone else dared to threaten him like this,

enough, Clark's phone rang. He did not answer it, merely

Damon. "Uncle Damon, you

word. It seems Nyla is very important to

was no

to hear any of

and removed his hand from

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