Chapter 652

Nyla was frantic as she raised her voice. "I said don't worry about me! Buddy is what matters! Where is he? I'm going there right now!" Damon fell into silence on the other end.

"Say something!" Nyla urged.

"It's dangerous. I'll go find Buddy myself. Just stay put until my people arrive and leave with them," Damon instructed.

Before Nyla could respond, he hung up.

...

Seeing Damon put his phone away, Spencer asked with concern, "Mr. Sumner, those people are armed. Shouldn't we involve the police?"

Damon's eyes were icy as he replied, "Those people are desperate. If the police get involved, they might lash out and harm Buddy. You stay here and keep me informed if anything happens. I'll head over first." Spencer wanted to argue further but could see that Damon was unyielding. He simply reminded him, "Be careful!"

...

Clark, who had overheard the entire conversation, smirked.

probably because he was worried about those armed

things more interesting. It

he concluded that her dying was better than her being with Damon. If he couldn't have her, he would rather destroy her. "Nyla, don't you want to know where Buddy is? I'll tell you,"

...

burst into Clark's

only held Clark, bound on

...

at the abandoned flour mill on the outskirts of

our people went over but didn't find Ms. Kinsey. She's probably already made

he cursed,

Putting his phone away, he hurried

20 years, overgrown with

buildings next to the mill had once served as dormitories and a cafeteria for the

to him, Nyla had entered the flour mill from the opposite side at the

long, a few of his men dragged

the cafeteria, but he's tight-lipped and won't say a word," one of Damon's subordinates informed him. Damon's gaze turned

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