Love's Perfect Match

"Nyla, stop playing around and bring the child back immediately." Slevin lowered his voice.
"What do you mean playing around?" Nyla realized that the sound of the crying child was audible, so she kicked him hard. "I'm
not telling you!" After saying this, she hung up the phone.
Elspeth had been listening to the noise on the other end and upon hearing the muffled sound, she instinctively associated it with
the sound of someone being kicked. Having been in fights before, she recognized the sound. The thought of Damian enduring
such abuse made her blood boil. "Slevin, if anything happens to my son because of your sister, I will never let her or you off the
hook!"
It was then that Slevin realized the gravity of the situation. "Don't worry, I will bring the child back to you." Although Slevin had
considered threatening Elspeth, he had never contemplated harming Damian. At this thought, he immediately made a phone
call. "Find out Nyla's current location."
A few minutes later, Slevin received a notification on his phone, and he frowned as he read the message. "She's currently at...
Gaya Beach."
Meanwhile at Gaya Beach, Damian, who was covered in injuries was seen laying on the ground. Some of his wounds had been
showing signs of healing, but being treated roughly had caused them to secrete pus. Fresh wounds in inconspicuous places
were oozing blood.
Nyla clicked her tongue as she looked at Damian who lay motionless on the ground. "You little brat, why can't you take a
beating?" Damian barely opened his eyes at the sound of her voice, but even the slightest movement of his mouth caused pain.
He already had cuts and bruises. On top of that, being forcefully dragged here without any mercy and being beaten by Nyla had
left him weak and powerless. "You..."
He tried to say something, but perhaps it was his sad gaze that agitated Nyla that made her approach him and squat down in
front of him before lifting his chin with her hand. "What's wrong? Little brat? Do you still want to say something?"
"You're crazy." Although Damian was in great pain, he didn't shed tears. Instead, he stared coldly at the woman in front of him

who was acting tyrannical.
Nyla burst into maniacal laughter. "I'm crazy? What makes you say that?" After saying this, she stood up, raised her foot, and
viciously kicked him. The sharp heel of her high-heeled shoe cut through his skin which made Damian cry out in pain. Tears
started streaming down his face, and the sand was stained with tear tracks.
"This is the consequence of opposing me, little boy." Nyla bent down and smiled contemptuously. "You probably don't recognize
me, right? You can't even recognize me despite living with Slevin for so long."
There was sadness in Nyla's eyes at the mention of Slevin. "I was abroad for six years, and your mother, burdened with you,
took advantage of the situation and wanted to marry into Damazio Family. Little brat, do you think your mother stood a chance?"
Although Damian didn't fully understand what she was trying to say, he could grasp the relationship between her and Slevin from
her crazy laughter. Suppressing his fear, he responded, "My mom never liked him, and she never had any intentions of marrying
him."
Hearing his words, there was a brief hint of joy on Nyla's face. Following that, she looked down suspiciously and said, "Little brat,
don't come up with lies just to make me spare you. Everyone knows that you all have spent over four years together. Your
mother has always been by Slevin's side, and most importantly, Slevin even proposed to her in public." Nyla still remembered
seeing that news in the newspaper. When she saw it, she almost went crazy since the topic was 'Damin Group’s CEO Slevin
Damazio Proposes to an Employee on Gaya Beach. It Is Said That The Two Had a Secret Relationship'.
It was truly laughable. If it weren't for Slevin's public proposal, the pictures of which were taken by the reporters and published in
the news, she would still be kept in the dark. She couldn't accept it and would never allow Slevin to fall in love with another
woman.
Six years ago, she was eighteen. She undressed in the room and lay on Slevin's bed, waiting for him to return. She had intended
to thank him for finding her and taking care of her all those years, and to tell him that she had decided to be with him for the rest
of her life. She willingly wanted to become his woman, but she never expected Slevin to rain on her parade as soon as he
entered the room.

Not only did Slevin have no feelings for her, but he even asked her with disdain, "Do you have any shame?" She instantly felt a
deep sense of humiliation and hastily put on her clothes with tears streaming down her cheeks. She even took a flight to a
foreign country the next day. Outwardly, she said she was going abroad to study, but only she knew that it was just an excuse to
escape from him.
Unfortunately, while abroad, she couldn't go a day without thinking of him. Slevin would send her money every month, which
provided her with some consolation. At least it proved that he still cared about her, his sister, but she still didn't have the courage
to return. It wasn't until a few days ago that she saw that news in the newspaper. After just a glance, she immediately booked a
plane ticket and rushed back overnight.
She didn't expect to encounter such an interesting little fellow in the basement. According to the butler, he was the son of that
vixen so she wouldn't let him off easily. As the flashbacks came to an end, Nyla looked at Damian, who was covered in injuries,
and for some reason, she felt a sick sense of satisfaction.
Seeing this poor child, she could think of her past self—lowly, despicable, and at the mercy of others. Why should she be the
only one to endure this torment? She wanted others to taste the same bitterness. It was really amusing.
Nyla felt a sense of joy and satisfaction, and no fear at all. What kind of storm could that tramp stir up when she was still
dependent on Slevin? Slevin... How could he possibly harm his own sister?
With confidence, Nyla noticed that Damian seemed to be glaring at her, and her temper flared. She picked up a round stone from
the ground and ruthlessly threw it at his face. "What are you glaring at?"
The stone hit his eyebrow, and Damian let out a painful cry. "Ahh!" The area where the stone hit immediately swelled up, causing
it to bruise.
"Does it hurt? Stop pretending! When I was beaten and tormented by a group of people on the street, it was a thousand times
worse than what you're feeling now!"