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Tom nodded. "Okay... you be careful too."

Once Damon's people arrived to secure Tom, he planned to find a way to escape the country, change identities multiple times, and hide out in some remote area.

By then, even Drake would have trouble tracking him down.

"Got it," Damon replied.

After Tom left, Damon circled the names on the list tied to business, crossed out a few, and sent the remaining names to Spencer. He instructed him to arrange meetings with those individuals.

Despite finishing the task, Damon's tense expression didn't relax.

Drake was proving to be even more formidable than expected. His extensive connections in the city suggested he'd been laying the groundwork for years.

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As more questions swirled in Damon's mind, his expression grew colder.

No matter what, he would not let anyone disrupt the peaceful life they had built.

...

That evening, Nyla was on her way to pick up Mason from school when her car was abruptly surrounded and forced to stop.

A group of men in black approached her car, and one of them spoke up. "Ms. Kinsey, our boss would like to meet with you."

Nyla's expression remained cold as she stayed in the car. "Who is your boss?"

"You'll find out if you come with us," the man answered.

Gripping the steering wheel tightly, Nyla felt a surge of unease. Her voice was firm but frosty. "I'm not going anywhere with you. You have ten seconds to clear out, or I'll call the police."

The leader of the group chuckled. "Feel free to call the police, Ms. Kinsey."

Nyla's heart sank. Their tone made it clear that calling the police wouldn't make a difference. She quickly grabbed her phone and dialed Damon's number.

After waiting for a while, there was no answer.

Lowering the phone, she realized there was no signal. Her face turned pale.

The man in black smirked. "Don't worry, Ms. Kinsey. Our boss means no harm. He just wants to meet you. I assure you, nothing will happen to you."

Nyla let out a cold laugh. "Tampering with my phone signal is your idea of no harm? If your boss wants to see me, why doesn't he come himself? Forcing me to go to him-how is

that any different from kidnapping?"

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The man frowned, hesitated, and then stepped aside to make a call.

About a minute later, he returned to Nyla's car. "Ms. Kinsey, our boss will be here in ten minutes."

Nyla was speechless. She was now convinced these people were insane, and their boss was just as bad.

However, her car was completely boxed in. Even if she wanted to drive away, she couldn't.

And her phone? Useless.

During the ten minutes of waiting, Nyla's mind raced through every possible worst-case scenario.

Just as she was about to write a goodbye note in her phone's memo app, the so- called boss arrived.

He was dressed in a crisp white suit. His proportions were impeccable-tall with long legs—and he exuded an air of elegance.

Wearing sunglasses that concealed half of his face, his visible features revealed a strikingly handsome man-refined to the point where he looked more like a model than someone involved in shady dealings.

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He approached Nyla's car slowly, his gaze taking in the scene.

After noticing how her car was surrounded, he removed his sunglasses and shot a cold glance at the men around him. "I asked you to invite her to meet me. Is this what you call an invitation?"