Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 409

Nyla's eyes were cold. "I didn't do it and won't admit to it."

Spencer sighed. "Ms. Jayston, it's not about whether you admit it or not right now."

The evidence was clear. If Prospectus Technology decided to sue, it would almost certainly go through.

Nyla remained silent for a few seconds before quietly saying, "Give me three days."

Spencer replied, "I need to consult the board on this. The development of this asthma medication has cost the company hundreds of millions, and the board is very concerned. I can't make this decision on my own."

Nyla nodded. "Alright, I understand. Thank you, Mr. Hogg."

After Spencer and the others left, Melody quickly moved to Nyla's side. "Nyla, I believe you didn't do this. Think carefully—was there anyone who might have accessed your computer last week?"

Nyla lowered her gaze. The email had been scheduled for 1:30 p.m., meaning either someone controlled her computer remotely or used it during her lunch break to set up the email.

Since she was a light sleeper, it was unlikely that someone could have used her computer while she was napping.

If someone wanted to control her computer, they would need to have used it before or know her password. During her experiments, Prospectus Technology employees sometimes used her computer to check on progress or data.

After considering her options, Nyla identified a few suspects who had the opportunity to tamper with her computer.

A few minutes later, Spencer returned to the conference room and informed her, "Ms. Jayston, Mr. Sumner wants you to come to his office."

"Alright, got it," Nyla replied.

…

When Nyla entered Damon's office, he had just finished reviewing a document. Without looking up, he said, "Have a seat on the sofa."

The IT department soon reported back, indicating that none of the employees' computers showed any anomalies or had software capable of controlling others' computers.

Nyla's heart sank. Had she made a mistake with her guesses?

Noticing her pale expression, Damon spoke softly. "Don't jump to conclusions. Think carefully—have you noticed anything unusual recently?"

Nyla shook her head. "No... and the scheduled email was sent during lunch. Since I'm a light sleeper, if someone had accessed my computer, I would have—"

Before she could finish, her voice trailed off as she suddenly recalled something odd.

Nyla usually took a 30-minute nap, but for the past two weeks, she had been waking up only after the alarm rang several times.

Initially, she had attributed this to fatigue, but upon reflection, she realized her sleep had become unusually deep recently.