GoodNovelFreeChapter 1213 Damon set down the document and picked up his phone, dialing a video call to Nyla.
After several attempts, there was no answer.
His expression darkened, and a sense of unease crept over him. He quickly called Spencer into his office and instructed him to find a way to contact Stings and check if anything had happened to Nyla.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEmerald entered Nyla's bedroom with several maids, rummaging through every inch of the room, including the suitcase Nyla had brought with her.
Two maids held Nyla firmly, leaving her helpless as her clothes and belongings were tossed carelessly onto the floor. Her eyes burned red with anger.
One of the maids approached Emerald, handing her two phones. "Madam, these are the only devices we found. It doesn't seem like Ms. Kinsey has any other means of communication. Oh, and we also found this." Emerald took the items and glanced at the paper the maid had handed her. It was a crude sketch of the estate's layout. She chuckled and casually threw both the paper and the phones out the window.
Nyla's face paled. "No!" She struggled to break free, but the two maids gripped her arms like iron clamps, leaving her powerless. She could only watch as her phones disappeared outside. Seeing the hatred in Nyla's eyes, Emerald stepped forward, towering over her. "Since you refuse to learn obedience, I'll make sure you do. From now on, you won't hear from Damon or Saintornia. Your only focus should be becoming my daughter and the Nixons' future successor." Emerald smirked, her voice dripping with malice. "And don't bother sketching the estate's layout. If you want to run, go ahead and try. Let's see who wins-your escape or my pursuit." Nyla glared at her, gritting her teeth. "The Nixons won't be under your control forever." Emerald chuckled, her expression laced with sarcasm. "That's none of your concern. Just do as I say." With that, she turned and left.
The maids followed her out, finally releasing Nyla.
She collapsed onto the floor, staring at the mess of her belongings. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides.
She had to find a way to send a message. She couldn't just sit and wait.
Locked inside the estate, surrounded by strangers, she had no idea who to turn to or how to get her message to the right person.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter a few moments of thought, with no solution coming to mind, she pressed her lips together and decided to start cleaning up the mess in her room. fo The next morning, Nyla woke to a knock at her door.
A maid's voice called from outside, "Ms. Kinsey, Madam says we have a guest.
She wants you to change and cto the living room." Nyla sat up and replied, "Got it."
After freshening up, she headed to the living room about twenty minutes later. Emerald was already seated on the couch, looking slightly impatient.
Across from her sat a young man in his early 20s, with blond hair and striking blue eyes. As soon as Nyla entered, his gaze landed on her, filled with blatant curiosity "You're introdere," Emerald said. "Letthe you. This is Ricky Chilton, of a close friend of mi to know each other."
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