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.

was, probably because

go anyway, letting Nyla join would make things more interesting. It was just a pity she might end up

her being with Damon. If he couldn't have her, he would rather destroy her. "Nyla,

...

Damon's men burst

Clark, bound on the floor. There was

...

at the abandoned flour mill on the

didn't find Ms. Kinsey. She's probably already made

expression darkened as he cursed, "Bunch

but the call went unanswered. Putting his phone away, he hurried into the flour mill with a

20 years, overgrown with weeds and marked

next to the mill had once served as

of Mason. Unbeknownst to him, Nyla had entered the flour mill

a few of his men dragged a burly

found this fellow in 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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