Chasing the Unexpected

Rebecca, losing patience, arranged to meet Sullivan.

“When are you finally going to take action? If you don’t have the guts to do it, I can find someone else!” she demanded.

A hint of disdain flickered in Sullivan’s eyes as he observed her agitation, though he maintained a gentle smile.

“Rebecca, don’t worry. Setting up an accident takes time. If I rush it and someone finds evidence, forcing me to confess, everything will be ruined,” he coaxed.

Rebecca’s gaze was mocking as she snapped, “Sullivan, don’t give me excuses. Just tell me when I can expect news of Nyla’s death!”

“I promise it won’t take longer than a month,” Sullivan replied.

“A month? Do you take me for a fool?!” Rebecca cried.

“Rebecca, a month is really the fastest I can manage. Besides, you also need time to transfer Nathaniel’s money, don’t you?” Sullivan countered.

Rebecca gritted her teeth. “Fine. I’ll give you one last month. If Nyla is still alive by then, I’ll tell Damon everything you did while at Prospectus Technology. You know the consequences!”

During his years as the team leader of Prospectus Technology’s Drug Research Team 2, Sullivan had embezzled a significant amount of research funds–close to 1,000,000 dollars.

If Damon found out that there was such a major leech in his company, Sullivan would face a long prison sentence.

Sullivan lowered his gaze, a vicious glint flashing in his eyes. If Rebecca wasn’t going to let him off the hook, there’d be no need to keep her around once he got the money.

“Alright, I promise you. In a month, Nyla will be as good as dead,” he said.

Back at home, Nyla shared her plan to move back into Damon’s villa with Mason.

Mason’s eyes lit up at first but soon turned downcast. “Mommy, are you only moving back because of me? If that’s the case, I’d rather not go back…” Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Nyla knelt to his level, her gaze softening. “Buddy, why would you think that? I’m moving back because I want to give your dad another chance. Plus, don’t you want us to be a family?”

Mason lowered his eyes, saying nothing. He did want his family to be together, but he also wanted his mother to be happy.

“Mommy, will you be happy if you go back to Daddy?” he asked.

Nyla nodded. “Of course I will. Otherwise, why would I try to get back together with him?”

“Really?” Mason asked, skepticism evident in his voice

“Of course. I’ve never lied to you, have I?” Nyla reassured him.

Mason stared at her for a moment before finally nodding. “Okay.”

Seeing the smile return to his face, Nyla felt a sense of relief wash over her. As long as Mason was happy, that was all that mattered.

After dinner, Nyla tucked Mason into bed.

Just as she was about to read in the living room, her phone rang.

It was an unknown number, so she declined the call. The caller didn’t try again, but soon she received a

text message.

[Why did you throw away the roses I sent you? Is it because you don’t like them?]

Nyla’s eyes widened in shock. She immediately called back, but the line was disconnected. Her fingers tightened around her phone, her face turning pale.

The person who had sent her roses hadn’t shown up in a while, and she had almost forgotten about it. She never expected them to reappear.

After thinking it over, she called Caroline. “Caroline, I need you to trace a phone number for me.”

She sent the unknown number to Caroline, Her anxiety was evident, making it hard to focus on reading. Standing on the balcony, she pondered who the sender might be.