Chapter 487

Rebecca was determined to send Nyla to hell and make Damon regret ever crossing her.

“Spencer, take her away. You know what to do,” Damon instructed.

Spencer nodded. “Understood, Mr. Sumner.”

While they spoke, the two burly men had already dragged Rebecca away.

Rebecca was in so much pain that she nearly lost consciousness, but she fixed her gaze on Damon, her eyes filled with deep hatred.

“Damon, even if you kill me, I won’t tell you anything! Rest assured, I won’t let Nyla die. I’ll make sure her life is worse than death!” she threatened.

Damon’s expression remained icy–he didn’t even glance at her.

Shortly after Rebecca was taken away, Spencer rushed back, looking anxious.

“Mr. Sumner, we’ve pinpointed Ms. Jayston’s exact location!” he reported.

Damon quickly stood up and headed for the door. “Send the location to my phone!”

In the basement, Nyla felt like she had been waiting for an eternity when she finally heard footsteps from outside. She tightened her grip on the shard of The door opened with a creak, catching Steven off guard.

Nyla charged at him, causing him to fall to the ground, Seizing the opportunity, she sprinted toward the door.

Fortunately, it wasn’t locked. She pulled it open and dashed outside.

Steven scrambled to his feet, anger etched on his face as he chased after her.

The footsteps grew closer and closer.

Exhausted from hunger, Nyla stumbled multiple times. Her strength was failing, and Steven quickly caught up with her.

He yanked her by the hair and slammed her to the ground, pinning her by the neck so she couldn’t move.

“I advise you not to waste your energy trying to escape, or I’ll kill you!” Steven growled.

Gasping for breath, Nyla clutched the shard tightly. Just when Steven thought she had given up, she fiercely jabbed at his face.

Steven staggered back, but the shard still pierced his left eye.

“Ah!” he cried out Taking advantage of his moment of pain, Nyla pushed him away and scrambled to her feet, desperate to run.

“You bitch, I won’t let you get away!” Steven shouted, covering his bleeding eye as he quickly chased after her.

Nyla had no idea where to run—she simply moved in the opposite direction from the house where she had been held.

After what felt like an eternity, she was utterly exhausted and found herself cornered at the edge of a cliff.

Steven sneered as he slowly approached her. “Run! Go on, keep running!”

Furious at the loss of one of his eyes, he was intent on killing Nyla Immediately. However, upon recalling Rebecca’s instruction to keep her alive, his exp f Nyla glared at him coldly. “If you come any closer, I’ll jump.”

Even if it meant death, she refused to be captured again, uncertain of what awaited her.

Steven seemed to doubt that she would jump. He scoffed as he advanced. “Fine, jump then. You’ll just die. I want to see if you have the guts!”

With only a few steps between them, Nyla no longer hesitated and jumped off the cliff.

Just as Damon arrived, he saw Nyla resolutely leap from the edge!

“Nyla!” he cried, his eyes widening with rage as he rushed toward the cliff. Yet, he could only watch helplessly as she fell before him.

In an instant, the world seemed to go silent, filled only with the sound of his breathing and the wind rushing past.

As Damon reached the edge, ready to follow Nyla, someone suddenly pulled him back.

“Mr. Sumner! You can’t go any further!” the man shouted.