Chapter 486

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered “What’s the matter?” Damon’s voice was hoarse and indifferent, clearly indicating he was in a bad mood.

Clark spoke coldly. “Uncle Damon, you know about Nyla’s accident, right? Rebecca is likely behind it!”

After a few seconds of silence, Damon asked, ‘Do you have any evidence?”

“Hah!” Clark’s tone was sarcastic. “Evidence? I looked into Jordyn’s call records. Recently, she has been in contact multiple times with an employee fro “On the day of Nyla’s accident, they were in touch. Plus, Jordyn sent me a message with just one character–R–

not too long ago. It’s definitely related to Rebeccal”

As soon as he finished speaking, the call was abruptly ended.

Damon summoned Spencerto his office. “Look into whether Jordyn and Rebecca have been in contact recently. Also.. check on Nathaniel.”

Spencer was visibly shocked but dared not ask questions or make comments, given Damon’s icy demeanor. He quickly left.

After the office door closed, Damon sat with his head lowered. His presence was cold and oppressive, like a tightly wound spring ready to snap.

Less than half an hour later, Spencer rushed back in, looking flustered.

“Mr. Sumner… Ms. Jayston might still be alive!” he reported.

Damon’s eyes shot up, hope igniting in his otherwise desolate gaze, He was like a parched traveler. spotting an oasis in the desert.

“Where is she?!” he demanded.

Spencer replied, “We haven’t located her yet, but we’ve confirmed that Rebecca used Jordyn to target Ms. Jayston. I’ve sent someone to bring Rebecca The mention of Nathaniel caused the room to chill instantly, and Damon’s oppressive aura nearly suffocated Spencer.

Before long, Rebecca was brought before Damon Damon sat on the sofa, his expression calm as he watched her.

Beneath that calm, though, she could sense a brewing storm.

“Damon…” Rebecca called out.

“Where is Nyla now?” Damon asked.

Rebecca’s eyes flashed with guilt before she quickly shook her head. “Damon, what are you talking about?

I don’t understand. Didn’t Ms., Joyston have an accident? Why are you asking me?”

Damon didn’t answer, Instead, he glanced at Spencer.

Spencer turned to the two burly men guarding the door “Break one of her legs first.”

The two men approached Rebecca, one carrying a baseball bat.

Rebecca’s face went pale with fear, but she still clung to a sliver of hope, believing that Damon wouldn’t treat her that way.

“Damon, I really have nothing to do with Ms. Jayston’s accident… Why are you-*

Before she could finish her sentence, the baseball bat came down hard on her thigh with a sickening crack.

The pain drained the color from her face, and sweat poured down her brow as she struggled to contain a scream.

Damon was ruthlessly cold.

At that moment, Rebecca trbly understood Damon’s cruelty.

When he loved her, he would have made the impossible possible for her–even her slightest frown caused him pain.

Now, devoid of that love, he could easily break her legs for another woman.

Damon’s expression remained unchanged, his tone eerily calm. “Where is Nyla?”

Rebecca gritted her teeth, her face ashen as she looked up at him. “I said I don’t know!”

She vowed to make Damon regret treating her this way Damon suddenly smiled. “Are you sure?”