Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 21

**Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane**

The following morning, just as the clock struck seven, Nyla found herself already at the Park Pharmaceuticals R&D department. The atmosphere on the floor was hushed, a tranquil stillness enveloping the space, punctuated only by the rhythmic footsteps of security guards making their rounds through the long corridors.

With a swift motion, she swiped her access card, the beep echoing softly as she entered the laboratory. The familiar scent of antiseptic and chemicals greeted her, and she began to meticulously prepare the array of experimental supplies necessary for the day’s work. Each item was selected with care, her mind racing through the checklist as she organized everything with precision.

By eight-thirty, Sasha sauntered into the lab, her yawn breaking the silence. She squinted at Nyla, who was already deeply engrossed in her tasks at the workbench. “Nyla, why are you here so early today? You usually stroll in around nine,” she remarked, genuine surprise coloring her voice.

Without lifting her gaze from the pipette she was expertly maneuvering, Nyla replied, “We have investors coming in today to observe our experimental progress. I thought it best to get all the preparation done ahead of time to avoid any last-minute chaos.” Her focus remained unwavering as she extracted solutions with practiced ease.

Sasha nodded in understanding and retreated to her office area, leaving Nyla to her work.

Nyla plunged into her experiments, adhering strictly to the established protocols. She carefully divided the pharmaceutical powder into several distinct batches, dissolving them in solvents of varying concentrations. Each step was deliberate and calculated, and soon she had the mixtures placed in distillation equipment, where they would undergo purification.

As the distillation apparatus hummed to life, Nyla took the opportunity to step into the reagent storage room to gather additional materials needed for her ongoing experiments.

Just moments after Nyla had left the lab, Lucia crept into view at the doorway, her movements furtive and calculated. She glanced left and right, ensuring the corridor was deserted before slipping into the lab with a sense of urgency.

Her hands trembled slightly, betraying the gravity of her intentions. This was her first foray into something so devious and premeditated. She quickly located the bottles labeled “dilute sulfuric acid” and “concentrated sulfuric acid,” her heart racing like a drum in her chest.

With determination, Lucia gritted her teeth, extending her unsteady hands. She carefully peeled off the labels from both bottles, her breath hitching in her throat as she switched them and then meticulously reattached them. The thrill of sabotage coursed through her veins, mingling with a gnawing anxiety.

Once she had executed her plan, she hurriedly exited the laboratory, a mix of exhilaration and dread swirling within her.

At precisely ten o’clock, the sound of purposeful footsteps resonated from the entrance of the laboratory. Genevieve entered with a bright smile, flanked by more than ten individuals clad in dark suits, their presence commanding attention.

Leading the group was a tall man with an icy demeanor—Damon Summer.

As their eyes met, an electric moment hung in the air, a brief pause where time itself seemed to still. But then, Damon casually diverted his gaze, adopting a neutral expression as if they were strangers passing by.

“Nyla, this is the CEO of Prospectus Technology, Mr. Damon Summer,” Genevieve introduced enthusiastically. “The asthma medication project you’re developing is funded by Mr. Summer’s investment.”

Nyla took a moment to compose herself before responding, her professionalism shining through. “Mr. Summer, it’s an honor to meet you. I’m Nyla Jayston, and I oversee the primary research and development for this project.”

Damon offered a slight nod, his voice cool and measured. “Miss Jayston, please continue your experiments at your usual pace. We’re merely here to gain an understanding of your progress.”

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