Chasing the Unexpected

Chapter 307

“Mr. Sumner, what brings you here?” Nyla asked.

Seeing Nyla’s composed demeanor, Richard frowned, his tone condescending. “Name your price, as long as you agree to let Cyrus go.”

Nyla remained calm. “And how much are you offering?

“That depends on your demand. The incident happened so many years ago. Even if you send Cyrus to prison, I can still find a way to get him out. Stubbornness won’t benefit you,” Richard stated.

Nyla stood up, her tone flat. “Since you’ve put it that way, there’s no point in continuing this conversation.” Richard’s expression turned icy. “What do you mean by that?”

“I mean, I don’t think we can come to an agreement. I have work to do, so I’ll take my leave now.” With that, Nyla turned and walked out.

Watching her leave, Richard felt his frustration reaching a boiling point. If she wouldn’t accept his offer, he wouldn’t hold back any longer.

He called one of his subordinates, gritting his teeth. “Investigate Harris Pharmaceuticals. I refuse to believe Harrison has never been involved in anything shady!”

Back at the lab, Melody noticed Nyla’s pale face and asked with concern, “Nyla, are you alright? Did something happen?”

Nyla shook her head. “It’s nothing. Just focus on your work.”

That evening, Nyla received a call from Gabriel.

“Are you free tonight? Let’s have dinner together,” he invited.

Surprised, Nyla paused for a moment before replying, “Sure, where are you? I’ll book the restaurant.”

Gabriel, who hadn’t returned to Saintornia for years, was unfamiliar with the area. He didn’t insist on choosing a place himself and gave Nyla the name of his hotel. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

After hanging up, Nyla made a reservation and pondered why Gabriel had suddenly returned to the city. Given his career prospects abroad, it seemed he would have better opportunities elsewhere.

Unable to reach a clear conclusion, she decided to set the thought aside.

Later, as Nyla was about to leave work, she received a text from Damon asking her to wait for him so they could go home together.

Nyla stared at the text for a moment before replying that she had plans for dinner.

Moments later, Damon called her directly. “Who are you having dinner with?”

“A friend,” she replied.

Damon frowned. He knew Nyla’s close friend in the city was likely Valorie. If it were her, Nyla would have

“Mr. Sumner, what brings you here?” Nyla asked.

Seeing Nyla’s composed demeanor, Richard frowned, his tone condescending. “Name your price, as long as you agree to let Cyrus go.”

Nyla remained calm. “And how much are you offering?

“That depends on your demand. The incident happened so many years ago. Even if you send Cyrus to prison, I can still find a way to get him out. Stubbornness won’t benefit you,” Richard stated.

Nyla stood up, her tone flat. “Since you’ve put it that way, there’s no point in continuing this conversation.”

Richard’s expression turned icy. “What do you mean by that?”

“I mean, I don’t think we can come to an agreement. I have work to do, so I’ll take my leave now.” With that, Nyla turned and walked out.

Watching her leave, Richard felt his frustration reaching a boiling point. If she wouldn’t accept his offer, he wouldn’t hold back any longer.

He called one of his subordinates, gritting his teeth. “Investigate Harris Pharmaceuticals. I refuse to believe Harrison has never been involved in anything shady!”

Back at the lab, Melody noticed Nyla’s pale face and asked with concern, “Nyla, are you alright? Did something happen?”

Nyla shook her head. “It’s nothing. Just focus on your work.”

That evening. Nyla received a call from Gabriel.

“Are you free tonight? Let’s have dinner together,” he invited.

Surprised, Nyla paused for a moment before replying, “Sure, where are you? I’ll book the restaurant.”

Gabriel, who hadn’t returned to Saintomnia for years, was unfamiliar with the area. He didn’t insist on choosing a place himself and gave Nyla the name of his hotel.

After hanging up, Nyla made a reservation and pondered why Gabriel had suddenly returned to the city. Given his career prospects abroad, it seemed he would have better opportunities elsewhere.

Unable to reach a clear conclusion, she decided to set the thought aside.

Later, as Nyla was about to leave work, she received a text from Damon asking her to wait for him so they could go home together.

Nyla stared at the text for a moment before replying that she had plans for dinner.

Moments later, Damon called her directly. “Who are you having dinner with?”

“A friend,” she replied.

Damon frowned. He knew Nyla’s close friend in the city was likely Valarie. If it were her, Nyla would have