The phone rang for a long time before it was answered


    “What’s the matter?” Damon’s voice was hoarse and indifferent, clearly indicating he was in a bad mood.


    <b>rk </b>spoke coldly. “Uncle Damon, you know about N’s ident, right? Reba is likely behind it!”


    After a few seconds of silence, Damon asked, ‘Do you have any evidence?”


    “Hah!” rk’s tone was sarcastic. “Evidence? I <b>looked </b>into Jordyn’s <b>call </b>records. Recently, she has been in contact multiple times with an employee from the Preston Group.


    “On the day of N’s ident, they were in touch. Plus, Jordyn sent me a message with just one character–R–not too long ago. It’s definitely rted to <b>Rebal</b>”


    As soon as he finished speaking, the call was abruptly ended.


    Damon summoned Spencerto his office. “Look into whether Jordyn and Reba have been in contact recently. Also.. check on Nathaniel.”


    Spencer was visibly shocked but dared not ask questions or makements, given Damon’s icy demeanor. He quickly left.


    After the office door closed, Damon sat with his head lowered. His presence was cold and oppressive, like a tightly wound spring ready to snap.


    Less than half an hourter, Spencer rushed back in, looking flustered.


    “Mr. Sumner… Ms. Jayston might still be alive!” he reported.


    Damon’s eyes shot up, hope igniting in his otherwise deste gaze, He was like a parched traveler. spotting an oasis in the desert.


    “Where is she?!” he demanded.


    Spencer replied, “We haven’t located her yet, but we’ve confirmed that Reba used Jordyn to target Ms. Jayston. I’ve sent someone to bring Reba here… and it seems this is also rted to Mr. Preston.”


    The mention of Nathaniel caused the room to chill instantly, and Damon’s oppressive aura nearly suffocated Spencer.


    Before long, Reba was brought before Damon


    Damon sat on the sofa, his expression calm as he watched her.


    Beneath that calm, though, she could sense a brewing storm. Content is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    “Damon…” Reba called out.


    “Where is N now?” Damon asked.


    Reba’s eyes shed with guilt before she quickly shook her head. “Damon, what are you talking about?


    I don’t understand. Didn’t Ms., Joyston have an ident? Why are you asking me?”


    Damon didn’t answer, Instead, he nced at Spencer.


    Spencer turned to the two burly men guarding the door “Break one of her legs first.”


    The two men approached Reba, one carrying a baseball bat.


    Reba’s face went pale with fear, but she still clung to a sliver of hope, believing that Damon wouldn’t treat her that way.


    “Damon, I really have nothing to do with Ms. Jayston’s ident… Why are you-*


    Before she could finish her sentence, the baseball bat came down hard on her thigh with a sickening crack.


    The pain drained the color from her face, and sweat poured down her brow as she struggled to contain a


    scream.


    Damon was ruthlessly cold.


    At that moment, Reba trbly understood Damon’s cruelty.


    When he loved her, he would have made the impossible possible for her–even her slightest frown caused him pain.


    Now, devoid of that love, he could easily break her legs for another woman.


    Damon’s expression remained unchanged, his tone eerily calm. “Where is N?”


    Reba gritted her teeth, her face ashen as she looked up at him. “I said I don’t know!”


    She vowed to make Damon <b>regret </b>treating her this way


    Damon suddenly smiled. “Are you sure?”