Chapter 482

Before Spencer could finish speaking, he was silenced by Damon’s icy, murderous glare.

Damon’s lips were pressed into a thin line as he stood by the elevator, his face expressionless. However, the cold, oppressive aura he exuded made it clear that no one should approach h During the ride to the accident site, Damon remained silent, lost in thought.

As they approached the scene, they saw the area cordoned off with police tape.

“Stop the car,” Damon ordered.

As soon as the vehicle came to a halt, Damon flung the door open and swiftly headed to the burned–out car.

A police officer stopped him before he could cross the tape.

“It’s dangerous inside. Unauthorized personnel aren’t allowed in!” the officer warned.

Damon ignored him and continued forward.

The officer made a move to stop him again but was suddenly pulled back by someone nearby. “Are you crazy? Do you even know who Damon Sumner is?”

The officer frowned, about to protest, when the lead investigator on the case approached Damon. “Mr. Sumner, what are you doing here?”

Damon didn’t look at him. His gaze was fixed on the charred vehicle, and his voice was low and tense.” Has the owner of the car been confirmed… to be involved?”

After a brief pause, the investigator replied quietly, “So far, we haven’t found any human remains near the car. Our technicians are still assessing the situ Damon swayed slightly, and Spencer quickly steadied him, staying silent.

“What about the cause of the accident? Has that been determined?” Damon asked.

“Not yet. Mr. Sumner, I have to get back to work. You should return for now. I’ll notify you as soon as there’s an update,” the investigator replied before hurrying off to rejoin his colleagues.

Seeing the pained expression on Damon’s face as he stared at the charred vehicle, his red eyes filled with anguish, Spencer sighed inwardly.

“Mr. Sumner, staying here won’t change anything. Let’s head back,” he suggested.

Damon said nothing as he turned and headed back to the car.

Once inside, he spoke coldly to Spencer. “Find out exactly what happened.”

Understood, Mr. Sumner. Should we head back to the office now?” Spencer asked.

“Yes, back to the office,” Damon replied.

As the car pulled away, Damon’s icy gaze lingered on the vehicle.

Since no remains had been found and there were no body parts at the scene, it was highly likely that Nyla had not been in the car when it exploded.

Damon’s jaw tightened. If this was the result of foul play, he would make sure the perpetrator deeply regretted their actions.

After following Rebecca’s instructions to deliver Nyla to the designated location and handing over the truck, Jordyn changed her clothes and took a cab to pick up her parents and brother.

She thought about her next steps on the way. Staying in Saintornia was not an option–

Clark would never let her off the hook. She had to leave immediately.

Although Clark had frozen her accounts, she had already converted all the jewelry and valuables he had given her into cash, which she had stored with her parents.

By her estimate, she had over a million dollars–enough for them to live on for a while.

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Once she picked them up, she would buy tickets and leave the country.

Excitedly, she opened the door, expecting to find her parents and brother waiting for her. Instead, the room was empty.

Jordyn’s face darkened. She turned to the man who had brought her and demanded, “What’s going on? Where are my parents and brother?”

The man’s expression changed, revealing his true nature. “Ms. Cheatham, after your parents and brother found out that Clark abandoned you, they packed up and left. They even had Ms. Austen hel