Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off Ex (Nyla and Clark) novel Chapter 168

**TITLE: Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane 168**

Before departing, Damon issued a stern command that the service staff who had obediently followed Cyrus’ dubious orders be restrained and brought directly before Marie and Richard. The tension in the air was palpable.

“These treacherous servants require immediate attention,” he declared, his voice laced with authority.

Richard’s expression darkened, a storm brewing behind his eyes. “What on earth is happening here?” he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

Damon merely shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. “You might want to direct that question to my dear older brother,” he replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Richard’s gaze shifted sharply to Cyrus, his eyes narrowing like a predator sizing up its prey. “You will explain yourself,” he ordered, his voice a chilling whisper.

Cyrus felt a wave of dread wash over him. He hadn’t anticipated Damon’s public revelation of the situation; it felt like a trap closing in around him.

An oppressive silence enveloped the living room, every pair of eyes fixated on Cyrus, who was clearly reluctant to break the stillness with words. The weight of their scrutiny pressed down on him like a heavy shroud.

“If you refuse to clarify your actions, I will take it upon myself to uncover the truth!” Richard’s fist struck the table with a resounding thud, his eyes blazing with fury.

It was evident that Damon’s theatrical display indicated that Cyrus’ actions were far from innocent.

Under Richard’s unyielding glare, Cyrus felt the pressure mounting, a suffocating sensation that threatened to crush him. He was on the verge of confessing everything when he caught Damon’s mocking gaze, a reminder of the precariousness of his situation.

“Cyrus, you must grasp the seriousness of what’s at stake here,” Damon warned, his voice low and menacing.

The underlying threat in Damon’s tone ignited a spark of defiance within Cyrus. Gritting his teeth, he finally uttered, “I drugged Damon and arranged for a woman to be sent to his bed—all for the sake of an investment in the company.”

He deliberately withheld the name of the woman, Nyla, fully aware that not only would Damon seek retribution, but Clark would likely harbor an even deeper loathing for him.

Damon raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “Why the sudden interest in my affairs?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his tone.

“I’m just curious. Who is this woman?” Clark pressed, his youthful curiosity mingling with an unsettling sense of foreboding.

The secrecy surrounding the woman’s identity had left Clark feeling uneasy. It was far too coincidental that Nyla had also been absent for a time.

“You don’t know her, so there’s really no need for curiosity,” Damon replied dismissively before sliding into the car and driving away, leaving a cloud of uncertainty in his wake.

As Damon’s car faded from view, Clark turned to Nyla, his expression casual but his tone probing. “Nyla, why do you think my dad chose tonight to drug Uncle Damon?”

If Cyrus’ intention was merely to find a woman, there would have been no reason to do it during Marie’s birthday celebration. Such an act, if uncovered, would undoubtedly bring shame to the Sumners and would not be forgiven by either Marie or Richard. There had to be a deeper motive behind this night’s events.

Nyla looked up, her expression inscrutable. “If you’re so curious, your dad is currently in the old wing. Why not go ask him yourself?” she suggested, her indifference only adding to the tension that hung in the air.