Chasing the Unexpected

Noticing that Richard hadn’t assigned him the task, Parker stood up and said, “Mr. Richard, I need to find more.

information to see if there’s a way to bail out Mr. Cyrus. I’ll be going now.”

Richard nodded. “Go ahead.”

After Parker left, Richard turned to Cindy. “You should go too. Whether Cyrus can be released depends on whether you can convince Nyla.”

With that, Richard left the room.

As Cindy watched him leave, she couldn’t help but grit her teeth, her eyes filled with resentment. It seemed Richard wasn’t reliable either, and only she cared about Cyrus‘ fate.

After leaving the Sumner residence, Cindy called Clark and recounted the night’s events in detail.

“Clark, if we want to get your father out, it’s up to us now. I’ll wait downstairs at Prospectus Technology tomorrow. I refuse to believe I can’t find a way to see her!” Cindy declared.

There was a brief silence before Clark’s cold voice came through. “Alright. I’ll also find a way to create some trouble for Uncle Damon’s company so he won’t have time to deal with Nyla.”

“Good, we’ll rely on ourselves…” Cindy replied. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Clark frowned. If Cyrus weren’t his biological father and still

useful to him, he wouldn’t care at all.

“Okay, I have other matters to attend to. Goodbye,” he said, dismissing the conversation.

After hanging up, Clark sent a message to Michael, instructing him to find Rebecca Austen within three days.

Noticing Clark’s troubled expression, Jordyn approached and began massaging his temples. “Clark, try not to worry too. much. We’ll do our best with this. If Nyla really doesn’t plan to let Dad off, you must take over the company as soon as possible.”

Clark closed his eyes and remained silent, contemplating Jordyn’s words.

If Cyrus were truly facing sentencing, securing control of the company quickly was indeed a priority. With that in mind, he decided to visit Cyrus the next day.

The next morning, while having breakfast, Nyla realized that Damon hadn’t returned all night.

Concerned about his back wounds, she lost her appetite, set down her bread, and headed straight to the company with medicine and bandages in hand.

As she parked downstairs, Cindy intercepted her. “Nyla, we need to talk!”

Cindy’s expression was icy, her gaze filled with disdain, and her tone as haughty as ever.

13

Nyla ignored her and attempted to walk past, but Cindy stubbornly followed her to the elevator.

“Are you ignoring me? Are you deaf? Or have you climbed too high to care about me, your former mother–in–law?” Cindy demanded. “Forget it. It’s not surprising that you’re rude. I’m here today to get you to sign this forgiveness letter. If you sign, I’ll leave right away!”

She thrust a document toward Nyla.

Nyla glanced at it before looking back at her. “Do I look like a fool to you?”

“What do you mean?!” Cindy growled.

Seeing Cindy’s angry eyes, Nyla smirked. “What do I mean? You really have the nerve to come here asking me to sign a forgiveness letter!”

“You!” Cindy pointed at her, trembling with anger. “Don’t forget, I’m your elder!”

“Elder?” Nyla’s smile was laced with irony. “I’m no longer married to Clark. How are you an elder to me? Besides, I’m now Damon’s girlfriend. If I’m not mistaken, you’re just his sister–in–law. Do you want to be my elder? Are you trying to be his mother?”