Chasing the Unexpected

Chapter 355

Although Clark was holding Nyla, her displeasure was evident.

Clearly, she was unhappy with the situation. Additionally, his hand was concealed inside her coat, which seemed highly suspicious.

“What are you doing here?” Damon demanded.

His cold gaze settled on Clark as he tapped lightly on the desk, emanating an oppressive aura.

Clark leaned closer to Nyla and whispered, “Speak.”

His hand, hidden behind Nyla, shifted slightly, causing her to go rigid.

At that moment, Damon finally realized what felt so off

His eyes turned icy as he fixed his sharp gaze on Clark. It was as if it could cut through him at any

moment.

*Clark, it seems you really want to join your father!” Damon threatened.

Intimidated by Damon’s aura, Clark’s hand on Nyla’s waist trembled.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to meet Damon’s eyes. “Uncle Damon, if I hadn’t done this, you wouldn’t have agreed to see me, right?”

“I’m giving you three seconds to let her go. Otherwise, I’ll ensure you understand the meaning of regret!”

Damon warned.

Instead of complying, Clark merely smirked. “Uncle Damon, the worst mistake you can make in a

negotiation is acting rashly. Revealing your hand too early only puts you at a disadvantage.”

“What do you want?” Damon demanded.

“You should already know what I want. Why bother asking Clark retorted.

Damon picked up the internal line. “Contact the individuals in charge of the contracts Clark stole. Tell them that if they agree to drop the matter, Prospectus Technology will continue to work with them and increase their profit margin by 10%.*

Nyla froze. She hadn’t expected Damon to make such a decisive move on her behalf. She was overwhelmed with mixed emotions.

After hanging up, Damon looked up at Clark with a steely gaze. “Now, will you let her go?”

*Don’t be in such a rush, Uncle Damon. My secretary will call me when everything is settled. I’ll release her then, Clark replied.

Damon remained silent, his gaze chillingly cold. If Clark weren’t his nephew, and if anyone else dared to threaten him like this, Damon would ensure they didn’t live to see another day.

Soon enough, Clark’s phone rang. He did not answer it, merely smiling at Damon. “Uncle Damon, you really keep your word. It seems Nyla is very important to you.”

Although he was smiling, there was no warmth in his eyes.

“I don’t want to hear any of this nonsense,” Damon retorted.

Clark chuckled and removed his hand from Nyla’s waist.

In the next moment, Damon’s expression darkened. “You played me!”

What Clark had been holding wasn’t a knife or anything dangerous–it was merely a plastic cake knife.

Nyla was stunned, her frown deepening. The sensation she had felt against her waist shouldn’t have come from a plastic knife.

However, if Clark had truly been holding a knife, she still couldn’t have acted rashly. Who knew what he might do in a fit of madness?

“Uncle Damon, I didn’t have a choice. If you had been willing to help me, none of this would have happened today,” Clark insisted.

Damon sneered, unwilling to waste any more words on him. “Get out!”

He would ensure Clark learned the cost of playing games with him.

Clark’s expression remained calm as he said slowly, “Uncle Damon, my dad’s company is all I have left. If you go after it, I can’t promise I won’t do something drastic.” Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Are you threatening me?” Damon’s voice was low.