Chasing the Unexpected

Nyla’s eyes lingered on the stain, her gaze betraying a hint of mockery. “It must be tough for you, finding time to flirt with other women and still managing to drop by the police station to see me.”

Clark was taken aback and frowned. “What do you mean?”

Nyla’s expression remained indifferent. “Next time you want to act all caring, at least wipe off the lipstick on your collar first. Otherwise, it just looks ridiculous.”

Without waiting for Clark’s reaction, she hailed a cab and left.

Clark glanced down at his collar, his expression darkening when he saw the lipstick stain. He tried calling Nyla to explain. After several unanswered calls, her lind eventually went straight to voicemail. Clearly, she

had blocked him.

His gaze grew cold upon realizing their relationship, which had just started to improve, had once again hit rock bottom. He sped off toward Nyla’s apartment complex but was interrupted by a phone call halfway there. Whatever was said on the other end made his grip on the steering wheel tighten, veins bulging, and he reluctantly turned the car around and left.

Nyla had just gotten home when her phone buzzed with messages from the private investigator she had hired previously. She took a deep breath and opened the messages. Despite bracing herself, the photos of Clark embracing Jordyn still made her heart clench

There were four or five photos, all showing Clark and Jordyn together.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Nyla smiled bitterly, and her eyes involuntarily reddened. She had been right not to trust Clark. Otherwise, she would have been a fool.

Suppressing her sorrow, she transferred money to the private investigator and asked him to continue monitoring Clark and Jordyn before closing the chat app.

The next morning, Nyla received a call from Damon shortly after getting up.

“Did you buy those suits?” His cool voice, tinged with a hint of laziness, came through the phone.

“Yes, I damaged two of your suits. It wouldn’t sit well with me if I didn’t replace them.”

“You owe me much more than just those two suits. If you really want to repay me, shouldn’t you do more?”

Nyla sensed Damon’s displeasure and bit her lip, feeling confused. She had expected him to accept the suits, and that would be the end of it. Why was he angry?

Despite her confusion, she didn’t dare voice her thoughts. Based on their interactions, she knew Damon wasn’t someone who easily listened to others.

“Uncle Damon, how would you like me to repay you?” she asked.

There was a pause on the other end, then the call abruptly ended.

Nyla frowned, hesitating for a moment before deciding not to call back. Damon seemed off today, and she didn’t want to risk catching him in a bad mood.

Thinking he might be upset about something else, Nyla put down her phone and went to freshen up.

#

In the CEO’s office at Prospectus Technology.

Damon put down his phone while Spencer, standing nearby, asked cautiously, “Mr. Sumner, what should I do with these suits?”

away.” Damon frowned at the two suits Spencer was holding and said coldly, “Throw them Sensing Damon’s foul mood, Spencer quickly turned to leave but was stopped by Damon’s voice.

“Wait.”

Spencer turned back and saw Damon’s stern expression. Hesitantly, he suggested, “Mr. Sumner, maybe ! should send these suits to your villa. Ms. Jayston probably spent a lot of money, and they are your size.” Damon’s expression softened slightly at that. He nodded. “Since you put it that way, send them to the villa.