Chapter 4

Nyla looked at her coldly. Her voice carried a warning. "If I were you, I'd watch my tongue. This is a Summer family event, and it's not a secretary's place to cause drama. I could have you thrown out of here in a heartbeat."

Jordyn's smile froze for a moment. But a more vicious calculation flashed in her eyes. She suddenly stepped forward. Then she deliberately splashed the champagne in her hand onto her dress front. The expensive silk was instantly soaked by the liquid. It clung tightly to her body. She looked both disheveled and eye-catching.

"Oh no!" Jordyn immediately teared up. She covered her soaked dress. Her voice carried a sob as she shouted loudly. "Clark! Help me!"

Clark, who was chatting with important partners, heard the voice. He immediately dropped the conversation and walked over quickly. He saw Jordyn covered in wine stains. She looked pitiful.

"Jordyn! What happened? " Clark walked quickly to Jordyn's side. His tone was full of concern.

Jordyn immediately grabbed Clark's arm. Her head leaned gently on his arm. She cried even more pitifully. "Clark, I was just trying to make conversation with Mrs. Summer. I told her how funny it was that we ended up in similar colors, but she got upset and... and she pushed me! The champagne spilled all over my dress..."

Her voice trembled. Tears rolled down like pearls. "I know I shouldn't argue with Mrs. Summer, but I really didn't mean any harm. I just wanted us to get along..."

The guests around heard the commotion. They all turned to look this way. Whispers began to spread through the crowd. The looks toward Nyla carried questioning and accusation.

Clark's face instantly turned livid. He turned to glare angrily at Nyla. "Nyla! This is unacceptable! Jordyn was just being friendly, and you pushed her?"

Nyla watched Clark condemn her without listening to a single word of explanation. Her heart completely turned cold. She clenched her fists. Her voice was calm but suppressing anger. "I didn't push her. She spilled it on herself. If you don't believe me, check the security cameras."

"Don't lie to me!" Clark's voice rang out in the ballroom. It attracted more people's attention. "I saw how jealous you were when you saw her dress. I know exactly what kind of person you can be when you're angry!"

Nyla no longer defended herself. Since Clark and Jordyn wanted to perform this show, she would play along to the end.

She walked straight toward Jordyn, who was still fake crying. Under everyone's shocked gaze, she raised her hand and delivered a loud slap.

"Slap!"

The crisp sound echoed throughout the entire ballroom. All conversations stopped.

Jordyn was slapped and turned her head aside. She looked at Nyla in disbelief. She covered her face. Tears instantly burst forth. "You bitch! How dare you—"

Clark instantly flew into a rage. He raised his hand to strike back. But a strong hand gripped his wrist tightly.

"Clark," a low and dangerous voice sounded. "Hitting women isn't exactly the Summer family way, is it?"

Damon appeared beside them at some point. One hand was in his pants pocket. The other hand firmly controlled Clark's wrist. His gaze swept over Clark's livid face. Then it fell on Nyla's reddened eyes. "Especially your own wife."

Clark gritted his teeth in pain. But he couldn't break free from Damon's grip. "Uncle Damon! This is between me and Nyla. Stay out of it!"

"Is it?" Damon slowly released Clark's wrist. But the coldness in his eyes grew deeper. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you're taking sides with your assistant against your wife in public. That doesn't look very good for the Summer family reputation, does it?"

Just as the atmosphere was tense, Richard walked over accompanied by bodyguards.

"What's all this commotion?" Richard's voice was gentle but carried unquestionable authority. "This is a family celebration, not a battlefield."

He walked to Nyla's side. He gently patted her hand. "Nyla, my dear, are you alright? You look upset."

Nyla looked at this old man who had always loved her like a granddaughter. She held back tears and nodded. "I'm fine, Grandpa. Just a little misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?" Richard's sharp gaze swept over everyone present. It finally settled on Jordyn. "Young lady, I don't believe we've been properly introduced."

Jordyn immediately lowered her head. Her voice was as small as a mosquito. "I'm Jordyn, Mr. Clark's assistant."

"I see." Richard's tone became even colder. "Well, Miss Assistant, perhaps you should find somewhere to clean up. This is a family event, after all."

After being spoken to by the old master, Jordyn could only slink away to a corner. She didn't dare cause trouble anymore.

Clark saw this scene. He was even more dissatisfied in his heart. But he didn't dare act up in front of his grandfather.

To not worry Richard, Nyla forced a smile and chatted with the old man for a while. Until the banquet ended.

After the banquet ended, Clark walked straight to the passenger seat to open the door for Jordyn.

"Come on, I'll drive you home," he said to Jordyn. He completely ignored Nyla standing aside.

Clark said to Nyla without looking back. "Jordyn's had a traumatic evening thanks to you. The least I can do is make sure she gets home safely. You can take a cab."

"A cab? In this weather? From this location?" Nyla looked at the sky beginning to drizzle.

"Should've thought about that before you decided to humiliate my assistant," Clark said coldly. "Maybe this will teach you some manners for next time."

With that, he slammed the car door shut. He drove away with Jordyn. He left Nyla standing alone in the empty parking lot.

The sky began to rain heavily. Big raindrops hit the ground. They made pattering sounds. Nyla wore a thin dress. She was soon soaked through.

She tried to call a cab. But this location was too remote. No cars were willing to come. The rain got heavier and heavier. She could only curl up in a corner under the hotel eaves. She hugged herself and shivered.

Just when she felt desperate, a black umbrella suddenly appeared above her head. It shielded her from the wind and rain.

She looked up. She saw those familiar deep blue eyes.