Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 42

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

Nyla could feel the strength of the large hand that encircled her waist—firm and unyielding, like a protective barrier. The warmth radiating from the man’s body seeped through the thin fabric of her shirt, igniting a blush that crept up her cheeks. This proximity felt too intimate, too charged. The subtle scent of his cologne wafted around her, wrapping her in a cocoon of confusion and exhilaration.

“Mr. Damon, thank you,” she managed to say, her voice a whisper as she instinctively avoided his gaze, focusing instead on the ground beneath her feet.

Damon, with an air of nonchalance, withdrew his hand as if their brief contact had been nothing more than a casual gesture, devoid of any significance. “You should also watch your step when looking at medicinal materials,” he remarked, his tone still cool, yet Nyla sensed a hint of softness lurking beneath the surface.

Throughout the remainder of the tour, Nyla kept her eyes trained on the path ahead, her heart racing at the thought of falling again. The idea of landing back in Damon’s arms was a thrill she didn’t want to experience—at least, not again. She was acutely aware of the way her pulse quickened in his presence, and that sensation felt perilously close to danger.

Emma, their guide, gestured towards a series of drying racks. “This side is our Rauwolfia drying area,” she explained, her enthusiasm evident. “Rauwolfia is one of our main medicinal materials here.”

“What level can the alkaloid content in Rauwolfia generally reach?” Nyla asked, her curiosity piqued.

“Under normal circumstances, the alkaloid content in Rauwolfia dried here can reach 0.1%,” Emma replied, her voice steady and informative.

Nyla’s heart sank at this revelation. If the typical alkaloid content was merely 0.1%, then the sample that Skyray Medical had provided her for testing earlier that morning—boasting an astonishing active ingredient ratio of 1.875%—seemed suspiciously out of place. A nagging doubt began to settle in her mind. Could it be that Skyray Medical was intentionally supplying high-quality samples to inflate prices while delivering subpar materials in reality?

As they made their way back, Nyla felt compelled to share her concerns with Damon. “You mean they tampered with the samples?” he asked, his voice low and grave.

“Very likely,” she replied, her analytical mind racing. “Normal Rauwolfia alkaloid content wouldn’t exceed 0.15%, but that sample they provided us is off the charts at 1.875%. This either indicates an exceptionally rare high-quality batch, or it’s been artificially enhanced.”

Damon’s expression hardened, the coldness in his demeanor deepening. “It seems this Skyray Medical indeed has problems.”

Meanwhile, in the sterile confines of Skyray Medical’s office, Vice President Bill was engaged in a conversation with a young employee named Zoe.

“Bill, what’s Damon’s attitude?” Zoe asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

“He still insists he needs to discuss with the board,” Bill replied, his brow furrowed in thought. “It appears that a straightforward business negotiation may not suffice. We might need to explore other avenues.”

Zoe pondered this, her eyes narrowing slightly. “That night when I attempted to present Nyla with gifts, it didn’t go as planned. However, I noticed that she holds considerable influence over Damon. If we can secure her cooperation, this negotiation could be sealed.”

Bill nodded, a plan forming in his mind as he retrieved a gold card from the safe. “This card contains one million. Tonight, at the farewell banquet, find a way to present this to her. If she accepts, we all benefit. If she refuses the toast…”

He paused, a glint of cold calculation flashing in his eyes. “You know what to do.”

Zoe accepted the card, a smirk curling her lips. “Understood. To double the company’s profits, sometimes we must take unconventional steps.”

That evening, the farewell banquet hosted by Skyray Medical buzzed with energy. Bill was the picture of enthusiasm as he engaged their three guests.

“Mr. Damon, this cooperation presents a tremendous opportunity for both our companies,” Bill remarked, probing for insight into Damon’s thoughts. “What’s your current perspective?”

Damon savored the rich taste of the red wine, his demeanor composed. “I still need to discuss this with the board. The stakes are quite significant.”

“Of course, of course,” Bill responded, disappointment flickering behind his smile. “Business is akin to a battlefield. Caution is always prudent.”

As the evening progressed, Nyla noticed a subtle change in Damon. His usually pale complexion bore a hint of color, and the chill in his eyes softened, revealing a trace of intoxication. The alcohol seemed to have a transformative effect on his striking features, making him appear more approachable, even gentle.

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