Chapter 481

“That’s it?” Jordyn asked in disbelief.

She had expected Rebecca to ask her to kill Nyla herself.

“Yes, that’s it. After you finish this, you can go pick up your parents and brother,” Rebecca replied calmly.

“Okay,” Jordyn muttered.

After ending the call, Rebecca smiled, her heart brimming with satisfaction. She had no intention of letting Nyla die quickly. No, she planned to strip her of every shred of dignity, to turn her life into a living hell.

Damon was in the middle of a meeting at Prospectus Technology when the door suddenly burst open. Spencer rushed in, looking frantic.

Everyone in the conference room shot him disapproving looks.

“Mr. Hogg, we’re in the middle of a meeting. What on earth do you think you’re doing?!” a shareholder admonished.

“I can’t believe Mr. Sumner still keeps such an unprofessional secretary!” another complained.

A shareholder sneered. “Yeah, is he this reckless when Mr. Sumner negotiates with partners?”

Ignoring the irritated glances, Spencer hurried to Damon’s side and whispered something urgent in his ear. The shareholders watched in disbelief as the pale. He swayed as he stood up. If Spencer hadn’t caught him, he might have collapsed back into his chair.

The room fell into stunned silence, everyone trying to understand what could have shaken Damon so badly.

Spencer had told him Nyla had been in a car accident and that the car had exploded, leaving no remains. At that moment, it felt as though the world was spinning out of control for Damon. A loud ringing filled his ears as if something had exploded in his mind.

He tried to walk, but his legs felt like jelly, barely able to support him.

Spencer quickly steadied him, whispering, “Mr. Sumner, please, calm down.”

Damon shrugged off Spencer’s hands and braced himself against the conference table. It took a full 15 seconds before his expression returned to its usu He stood upright, his voice as cold as ever, and announced, “The meeting is dismissed.”

With that, he swiftly left the room, his expression reverting to its usual indifference. Yet, a slight tremor had betrayed him when he called the meeting to an end.

As Damon disappeared through the conference room door, murmurs began to ripple through the attendees.

“What just happened? Why does Mr. Sumner look so pale?”

“Is there a problem with the company?”

“No way. Even when the company was on the brink of bankruptcy, he didn’t react like this. It must be something personal.”

Despite their speculations, no one could grasp what was truly going on, and they eventually left.

Spencer followed closely behind Damon. Observing his steady steps, which suggested he had regained his usual unshakable composure, Spencer quickly caught up to him.

“Mr. Sumner-” he began.

Damon cut him off, “I need to go to the accident site.”

He refused to believe anything Spencer said until he saw it for himself.

Noticing Damon’s resolute’expression, Spencer sighed with a hint of pity. “Mr. Sumner, going there won’t change anything. Ms.

Jayston’s car has been reduced to a shell… and with the explosion, there won’t be a Complete body…”

“Until I see the body with my own eyes, I won’t believe a word you say,” Damon spat.

Sympathy flickered in Spencer’s eyes as he watched Damon deny the harsh reality. “Mr. Sumner, the car exploded… There won’t be a body left.”