Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 49

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

Damon raised his head, his cold gaze locking with Spencer’s. The chill in his expression was reminiscent of the biting winter air outside, a stark reminder of his emotionally distant nature. “I see,” he replied, his voice flat and devoid of any warmth, echoing the sterile atmosphere of a corporate meeting room rather than a personal interaction. Spencer felt a twinge of embarrassment, the kind that comes from realizing his attempt to convey an important message had been met with such indifference.

“Also, you have an important meeting at ten o’clock—a video conference with Germany,” Spencer added, trying to inject a sense of urgency into the moment, hoping to elicit some reaction from Damon.

“Mm.” The response was little more than a murmured acknowledgment, and in an instant, Damon’s attention was back on the mountain of paperwork sprawled across his desk, as if Spencer had vanished into thin air.

Recognizing the futility of lingering in the frostbitten atmosphere of the office, Spencer tactfully retreated, the door clicking shut behind him with a sense of finality.

As noon approached, Nyla stepped into the vibrant cafeteria of Prospectus Technology, her heart racing with a mix of anticipation and curiosity. Upon pushing open the gleaming glass door, she was momentarily struck dumb by the sight that greeted her.

This was no ordinary company cafeteria; it was a lavishly designed space that resembled a five-star restaurant! Towering floor-to-ceiling windows flooded the room with golden sunlight, illuminating the elegant decor that made it feel like a high-end dining establishment. The aroma of diverse cuisines wafted through the air, teasing her senses and making her stomach rumble.

But what truly astounded her was the menu’s opulence—dishes from every corner of the globe beckoned, from spicy Chinese Kung Pao chicken to creamy Italian mushroom soup, from delicate Japanese sushi to aromatic Thai curry.

“How are these dishes so cheap?” Nyla murmured to herself, her eyes darting over the prices, hardly able to believe what she was seeing. An authentic Thai pineapple fried rice was a mere eight dollars, while a bowl of tom yum soup was only five.

After placing her order, she sought out a quiet corner table, eager to enjoy her meal in solitude. The tom yum soup was a delightful explosion of tangy flavors, while the pineapple fried rice tasted remarkably authentic. As she savored each bite, she couldn’t help but admire how well Damon managed his company; it was clear he valued his employees’ comfort and satisfaction.

Unbeknownst to Nyla, her striking beauty had caught the attention of nearly everyone in the cafeteria. She remained blissfully absorbed in her meal, entirely unaware of the curious glances and whispers that surrounded her.

“Who is that girl? She’s stunning!” one voice exclaimed, barely able to contain the excitement.

“I’ve never seen her before. Is she new?” another chimed in, their intrigue palpable.

“Look, look! She lights up when she smiles!”

Before long, a candid photo of Nyla, captured mid-soup-tasting with sunlight cascading over her features, began circulating through the internal department groups.

[Finance Department Group] “Does anyone know who this beauty is?” “Oh my god, her looks are off the charts! Which department is she from? Why haven’t we seen her before?”

[Tech Department Group] “Bro, target spotted!” “Is this young lady new? Anyone know her?” “Requesting an introduction! I want to meet her!”

The buzz quickly reached Spencer. As the CEO’s special assistant, he was well aware of the inquiries flooding in from all corners of the company.

[CEO Office Small Group] Spencer: [Stop guessing, she’s a lab researcher sent from Park Pharmaceuticals, and she has a husband.] Secretary Lisa: [Wow, what a pity.]

Oblivious to the internal stir, Nyla returned to the lab that afternoon, preparing to dive into her work when her phone buzzed, breaking her concentration.

Seeing Clark’s name flash across the screen, she felt a frown tug at her brows, her stomach knotting with dread. Before she could even utter a word, a threatening text from Clark popped up.

[I’m downstairs at Prospectus Technology. Come down immediately, or I’ll come find you myself.]

A surge of anger coursed through Nyla, igniting a fire within her. She hadn’t anticipated Clark’s network to be so efficient—he had tracked her down on her very first day at work.

Without hesitation, she called him, her heart pounding in her chest.

“What do you want?” she asked, her tone icy and unyielding, a stark contrast to the fear swirling within her.

“Come down,” Clark commanded, his voice dripping with authority, as if he were issuing orders rather than making a request.

“I’m working as per company arrangements. I won’t resign,” Nyla asserted firmly, her resolve hardening with each word.

“Nyla, don’t be ungrateful. When I tell you to come down, you come down!” Clark’s tone grew increasingly irritable, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface.

Faced with his unreasonable demands, Nyla found his attitude laughable. She shot back, “If you’re so worried about something happening between me and Damon, why don’t you just install surveillance on me?”

She felt a rush of confidence, knowing that Clark wouldn’t dare create a scene at Prospectus Technology—this was Damon’s domain.

“You…” Clark stammered, rage boiling in his throat, the threat of his anger palpable even through the phone.

With a decisive click, Nyla hung up and promptly added Clark’s number to her blacklist, feeling a sense of relief wash over her.

Meanwhile, in his car, Clark seethed at the disconnected call, fury radiating from him like heat from a fire. He slammed his fist against the steering wheel, a dangerous glint igniting in his eyes. This woman was becoming increasingly defiant, and it was clear that a lesson was in order.

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