Chasing the Unexpected

Erin walked into Damon’s office with anticipation and smiled as she looked at him.

Damon was handling documents bathed in the sunlight

streaming through the window. The radiant glow enhanced his handsome features, making them even more striking.

“Mr. Damon, I have the contract ready. When would be a good time for us to sign it?” she chirped.

Damon set aside the document he was working on and regarded her with an emotionless gaze.

“Ms. Hulle, you may have misunderstood. I asked to see you today to inform you that Prospectus Technology has decided to pursue other partnership opportunities. You no longer need to come by,” he said.

Erin’s smile froze as she stared at Damon in disbelief. “What did you say?”

After so many discussions and being on the verge of signing the contract, he was now backing out?

Despite her anger, Erin tried to maintain her composure and asked, “May I know why?”

“Your unsolicited harassment of my girlfriend indicates a lack of professional integrity on your part. After careful consideration, I’ve decided to suspend our collaboration,” Damon explained.

It was Nyla again!

Erin glared at Damon. “Mr. Damon, are you really going to forfeit a ready–made partnership and go against the Hulles just because of a woman?”

“Ms. Hulle, you’re overreacting. It’s simply that you’ve failed to present yourself as a suitable partner,” Damon replied.

Erin sneered. “Don’t try to sound so noble. You’re just doing this to get back at Nyla, aren’t you?”

Damon remained impassive. “If that’s what you believe will make you feel better, I have no objections.”

“Fine! Damon, don’t regret this!” Erin shouted.

Fuming, she slammed the door on her way out and

accidentally bumped into Spencer, who was holding a coffee. She marched straight to the elevator without sparing him a glance and left. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Once in her car, her anger still seethed. She pounded the steering wheel in frustration, her eyes flashing with resentment. She was determined not to give up so easily.

Before the end of the workday, Melody abruptly handed her phone to Nyla, her face a picture of fury.

“Nyla, someone just posted in the company’s main group chat accusing you of assaulting your ex–mother–in–law. The entire company is talking about it!” she exclaimed.

Nyla took the phone and saw that the group chat was

overflowing with discussions about her and Cindy, the majority of which were critical of her.

[I’m done. I can’t believe Mr. Sumner would be interested in

such a woman. She actually physically attacked an elder–only she could do that!]

[No wonder Clark divorced her. It must be unbearable to have such a woman around all the time!]

[Stop talking about it. If someone leaks this to her, she might complain to Mr. Sumner, and we’ll be the ones in trouble.]

Nyla’s gaze turned icy while watching the stream of messages, Cindy had not disappointed her at all.

She handed the phone back to Melody, her expression calm. Don’t worry about it.”

Melody looked concerned. “Should we inform Mr. Sumner so he can handle it?”

If Damon issued a statement prohibiting any discussion, the issue might be contained.

Nyla lowered her eyes, recalling what Spencer had said earlier that morning, and shook her head.

“No, I can handle it myself,” she said.

“Are you sure?” Melody asked.

“Yes, let’s focus on work,” Nyla confirmed.

Seeing Nyla’s calm demeanor, Melody reluctantly agreed. If Nyla couldn’t resolve the issue, she would seek Damon’s help.

Due to a problem with some experimental data that delayed them for over two hours in the afternoon, Nyla