Clark shook his head. "How could that be? I just hope you understand that someone with nothing can be fearless." He turned and left after speaking.

Back in the car, Clark shook his sleeve, and a knife fell out, its blade glinting coldly.

He picked it up and sneered. If Damon hadn't agreed earlier, this knife would have been pressed against Nyla's neck.

He wouldn't have done that unless absolutely necessary, though. After all, Nyla was once his wife.

...

Only Nyla and Damon remained in the office.

The room fell into silence, with neither of them speaking.

Nyla took a deep breath and looked at Damon. "Mr. Sumner, I'm really sorry about this morning. I didn't expect him to show up and use me to threaten you." Damon frowned. "You don't need to apologize for what Clark did."

Her pale face clearly indicated Clark's actions had shaken her..

"I also caused you trouble, and I appreciate you saving me. If there's nothing else, I'll get back to work now," Nyla added.

As she turned to leave, Damon's cold voice stopped her. "Wait!"

door handle, her heart racing as she heard his footsteps

and instinctively tried to push Damon away, but her wrist was caught, and

let

laughed bitterly at her distant gaze. "Try calling

eyes flashed with anger. Her voice turned icy. "Mr. Sumner,

finish, Damon's kiss

away, his

The humiliation was overwhelming. Damon clearly

and looked up at him, her voice steady. "Damon,

do with you, you still do whatever

tears swirled in her eyes,

a wave of regret and pain, more intense than

sorry," he

to wipe the tears from her eyes, but she pulled

sorry, you wouldn't

months, but seeing Clark's hand on her

realized he was truly

with her isn't real," he tried to

cynical. She coldly looked away. "Whether it's real or not doesn't concern me. Please let

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