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.

Mason was, probably because he was worried about

anyway, letting Nyla join would make things

to be with him anyway, 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

...

burst

held Clark, bound on the floor. There was no

...

mill on the outskirts of the city, he received a call from

went over but didn't find Ms. Kinsey. She's probably already made her way to you,"

expression darkened as he

Putting his phone away, he hurried into the flour

been abandoned for over 20 years, overgrown with weeds and

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

rushed inside, searching for any sign of Mason. Unbeknownst to him, Nyla had

of his men

a word," one of Damon's subordinates informed him. Damon's gaze turned

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