Chasing the Unexpected

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Gabriel’s name flashed through Nyla’s mind again, but she quickly dismissed it. After all, he was married now with a child and seemed to have a happy life.

He wouldn’t do something like this… or would he?

Half an hour later, Caroline finally called back.

“Nyla, I couldn’t find any information on that number. It must have been deliberately hidden. Why are you investigating it?” she asked.

Nyla hadn’t expected that even Caroline, who was skilled in computer hacking and had previously tracked down online trolls to their home addresses, couldn’t find anything. This only confirmed that the person behind this had malicious intent.

“It’s nothing. Thank you for helping. I’ll treat you to dinner when I’m back in Capitarnia,” Nyla replied.

Realizing that Nyla didn’t want to elaborate, Caroline didn’t press further. “I couldn’t even find the owner’s name. I didn’t help at all–no need to treat me. By the way, how’s everything going in Saintornia? Is the project progressing smoothly?”

After chatting about work for a bit, they ended the call.

As Nyla debated whether to ask Damon for help, another text came through. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

[Nyla, are you so curious about who I am? I’ve always been watching you from a place you can’t see. It’s cold at night. Don’t stay on the balcony too long. Go get some rest.]

The message sent a chill down Nyla’s spine as if she had plunged into an ice bath.

This creep not only knew she was trying to track them but also knew she was currently on her balcony.

Panic surged as she frantically scanned her surroundings for any sign of someone watching, but everything seemed normal.

Her phone vibrated again.

[Nyla, stop looking. I’ll appear when it’s time.]

Nyla’s hands shook as she gripped her phone tightly. She rushed back inside, shutting the balcony door and drawing the curtains, her fingers trembling as she typed.

Nyla: [Who are you?! If you keep this up, I’ll call the police!]

Her message seemed to vanish into a void. There was no response.

Wyla tried calling the number again, but it was still switched off.

Trying to calm herself down, she quickly contacted Damon and told him everything that had happened.

Damon arrived within half an hour, clearly having come straight from work, still in his suit.

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After reading the texts on her phone, he said coldly, “You can’t stay here any longer. You and Buddy are moving tonight. I’ll have someone pack your things tomorrow. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of this–I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Still shaken by the texts, Nyla nodded. “Okay…”

She wrapped Mason in a blanket as he slept, gathered some essentials, and left with Damon.

It was only when they arrived at Damon’s villa that Nyla felt some of the tension lift.

Lydia saw Damon carrying Mason into the living room, with Nyla following behind. She seemed surprised but quickly approached them.

“Mr. Sumner, I’ve already prepared the rooms for both Mr. Mason and Ms. Kinsey,” she reported. Damon responded with a hum, then carried Mason upstairs, tucking him in before leaving the room.

As he closed Mason’s door, he saw Nyla standing a few steps away, still looking a little dazed.

He walked over and spoke in a low, reassuring voice. “Don’t worry. I’ve already gotten people investigating this. We’ll catch the person soon.”

Nyla nodded, her expression still tense. “Thank you.”