Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 40

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

The following morning, the headquarters of Skyray Medical buzzed with activity as Nyla trailed behind Damon and Spencer, who were leading her through an array of laboratories and production workshops. Yet, despite the vibrant atmosphere around her, Nyla felt a cloud of distraction hovering above her. The news from the private investigator the previous night gnawed at her thoughts, leaving her mind adrift.

“Miss Nyla, what are your thoughts on our extraction process?” The technical director of Skyray Medical stood before her, eager to showcase their cutting-edge technology. However, it was painfully clear that Nyla was not present in that moment.

“Miss Nyla?” The director’s voice rose slightly, attempting to catch her attention.

Spencer cleared his throat softly, a subtle reminder that snapped Nyla back to reality. “Oh? I’m sorry, what did you say?” she stammered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

This was the third instance of her absent-mindedness that day, and Damon’s frown deepened as he cast a disapproving glance in her direction. His frustration was palpable, and Nyla could feel the weight of his disappointment.

After the tour concluded, they convened in the conference room. Bill, brimming with enthusiasm, launched into the details of their cooperation plan, his voice animated as he addressed the team. However, when he turned to Nyla for her insights on the standards for testing medicinal materials, she once again drifted into her thoughts, failing to respond in a timely manner.

“Miss Nyla?” Bill’s tone took on a hint of awkwardness, sensing the tension in the air.

Damon’s demeanor shifted dramatically; his expression hardened as he directed a cold stare at Nyla. “I have little patience for employees who allow personal issues to interfere with their work,” he stated bluntly, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife.

The room fell into an uncomfortable hush, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Nyla felt the heat rise in her cheeks as she recognized her unprofessional behavior. Lowering her gaze, she murmured an apology, “I’m sorry, Mr. Damon.”

“If you conduct experiments in this state,” he continued, his voice now laced with icy resolve, “I have serious doubts about your ability to avoid mistakes.”

Bill attempted to diffuse the situation, his tone awkward yet hopeful. “It’s alright, it’s alright. Miss Nyla might just be a bit fatigued from the long flight.”

However, Damon dismissed Bill’s attempt at reconciliation with a curt nod. “Today’s meeting is over. Spencer, please arrange the schedule for tomorrow.”

With that, he exited the conference room, leaving behind an atmosphere thick with tension and unspoken words.

Later that evening, Nyla found herself back in her hotel room, staring at her computer screen as she opened the evidence photos sent by the private investigator. The images were stark and revealing: Clark was seen carrying Jordyn out of the office building, and another photo showed Jordyn, pale and frail, lying on a hospital bed with Clark seated beside her, gripping her hand tightly.

These photographs were a goldmine of evidence that could solidify her position in the impending divorce proceedings. Yet, instead of feeling a rush of triumph, Nyla was overcome with a wave of disgust and disappointment. The victory felt hollow, tainted by the betrayal she had uncovered.

Just then, a sharp ring from the doorbell interrupted her thoughts.

With a hint of curiosity, Nyla approached the door and peered through the peephole. Standing there was a young woman, one of Skyray Medical’s employees, introduced to her as Zoe, Bill’s assistant.

“Miss Nyla, I’m Zoe,” a cheerful voice chimed from the other side. “You left your scarf at the office. I came to return it to you.”

Scarf? Nyla’s brow furrowed in confusion. She distinctly remembered not wearing one that day.

Opening the door slightly, she greeted Zoe with a polite smile. “Thank you for coming all this way, Miss Zoe.”

Zoe stepped inside, carrying an elegant shopping bag. “Here’s your scarf. Please check to see if everything is alright with it.”

As Nyla reached for the bag, she immediately sensed something was off. The weight felt excessive for a mere scarf. Curious, she peered inside and was taken aback to find several neatly stacked bundles of cash beneath the scarf, an estimated two hundred thousand dollars.

“Miss Zoe,” Nyla exclaimed, pushing the bag back towards her. “This is far too extravagant. I can’t accept this.”

Zoe’s smile faltered, her expression shifting to one of discomfort. “Miss Nyla, it’s just a small token of appreciation. Tomorrow’s test results are crucial for our company, and we hope you’ll look favorably upon us.”

“I will conduct the testing according to the established standards,” Nyla replied firmly, her resolve unyielding. “If everything is in order, it will pass. If there are issues, no amount of persuasion will change the outcome.”

Seeing Nyla’s steadfastness, Zoe awkwardly retrieved the bag. “Then… I won’t disturb you any longer. Enjoy your evening.”

As Zoe departed, Nyla’s suspicions grew stronger. The eagerness to bribe her suggested there might indeed be serious issues with Skyray Medical’s medicinal materials.

Feeling the weight of the day’s earlier confrontation with Damon, coupled with her foul mood, Nyla barely touched her dinner before retreating to her room for the night.

However, in the dead of night, she was jolted awake by a sharp, gnawing pain in her stomach. Curling into a tight ball on the bed, she felt cold sweat trickle down her brow. It dawned on her that her poor appetite had led to this flare-up of her chronic stomach issues.

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