Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 104

**Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane 104**

“You stand there accusing me of harassing her? Is there any proof to back that up? If you can’t provide any, I swear I’ll call the police and report you for assault. You could very well find yourself spending a few nights behind bars!” Dylan’s voice was laced with a threatening edge, his fists clenched at his sides.

Clark, however, remained unperturbed, his expression unwavering. “Go ahead and make that call, but don’t be shocked if it’s you who ends up in a cell,” he replied, his tone calm yet loaded with an undercurrent of menace.

The bravado that Dylan had tried to project began to falter as he realized Clark’s unshakeable composure. Gritting his teeth in frustration, Dylan spat out, “Fine! Just you wait. You’d better pray that our paths don’t cross again!”

With that, he turned on his heel and stormed away, his anger trailing behind him like a storm cloud.

Clark watched Dylan’s retreating figure with a cold, piercing gaze. How dare someone like him have the audacity to harass Nyla? The thought ignited a fierce protectiveness within him.

Turning to Nyla, Clark’s expression darkened. “Why didn’t you tell me someone was bothering you?” His voice was low, filled with concern and a hint of anger.

It was evident from her reaction that this wasn’t the first time she had faced trouble from this man.

Nyla pressed her lips into a thin line, her eyes downcast. “I didn’t think he would actually get physical. I turned him down yesterday,” she admitted, the weight of her words heavy in the air.

She hadn’t anticipated Dylan’s relentless pursuit, even after she had made her rejection crystal clear.

Clark scoffed, his disdain palpable. “Putting up with people like him only gives them more power. I’ll call Uncle Damon later and ask him how he keeps his employees in line,” he declared, the resolve in his voice unmistakable.

Nyla’s frown deepened at the mention of involving Damon. “It’s just a minor issue. There’s no need to drag him into this,” she protested, her voice tinged with concern.

Clark paused, his gaze drilling into hers as he searched for the truth. “Do you genuinely believe it’s minor, or are you just afraid I’ll complicate things for him?”

Nyla’s demeanor shifted, her expression growing icy as she replied, “Do you really think you have what it takes to stand up to him?”

“Say that again!” Clark snapped, his eyes blazing with indignation.

How dare she insinuate that he lacked the strength to confront Damon?!

“I can repeat it as many times as you need. It’s the truth,” Nyla countered, her voice steady and unyielding.

Nyla didn’t mind; a sudden display of affection from Cindy would have felt jarring and insincere.

Settling onto the couch, Clark’s attention drifted to the chessboard, where Cyrus appeared to be losing ground rapidly.

Meanwhile, Nyla’s thoughts were consumed with devising a way to access Cyrus’s study without raising any suspicions.

The study was located on the second floor at the end of the left hallway and was typically locked tight, a fortress of secrets.

Stealing the key from Cyrus was out of the question, but Clark’s bedroom was conveniently adjacent to the study, with their balconies connected. If she could reach Clark’s balcony, she’d have a clear path to the study.

As Nyla contemplated her plan, the chess game reached its conclusion.

Cyrus let out a resigned sigh. “Damon, you never take it easy on me. I’m your brother—can’t you cut me some slack for once?”

Damon chuckled as he dropped the white pieces into the container. “If you want someone to go easy on you, play with your subordinates. They wouldn’t dare beat you,” he retorted, a teasing glint in his eyes.