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!"

handle, her heart racing as she heard his footsteps behind her. When she

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

please let me go..." she

at her distant gaze. "Try calling me 'Mr.

with anger. Her voice

finish,

turned her face away,

Damon clearly

pressed her lips together and looked up at him, her voice steady. "Damon, do you see me as

nothing more to do with you, you still do whatever you want with me,

Nyla's deep hurt, her tears swirled in her

wave of regret and pain, more intense than when she had broken

I'm sorry," he

to wipe the tears from her eyes,

you really felt sorry, you wouldn't

had intended to keep his distance for the next three months, but seeing

was truly in

relationship with her isn't real,"

looked away. "Whether

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