Trading My Ex for His Uncle



Clark was momentarily stunned, hot expecting her response. He quickly replied, "Of course! We were so in love before. Have you forgotten?"

"Of course I haven't forgotten," Nyla said, raising an eyebrow. "And I have something to tell you too."

"What is it?" Clark asked.

Nyla beckoned. "Come a little closer."

Confused, Clark stepped toward her.

Just as he was a few steps away, she suddenly slapped him.

The sharp sound echoed in the living room, leaving a clear handprint on Clark's face. His expression twisted in anger.

"Nyla!" His voice was filled with fury, and his gaze turned dark and cold.

Nyla smiled, shaking her aching hand. "Your skin is really thick. My hand hurts now. This slap is for what I didn't get the chance to do five years ago. Consider it payback."

Clark gritted his teeth, forcing himself to suppress his anger. "Nyla, you've slapped me and vented your anger. Does

that mean I can pursue you again now?"

Nyla glanced at him with a half-smile. "Sorry, I'm not interested in rotten eggs. Why don't you go Jordyn? You two are a perfect match." Clark frowned, about to respond, when his phone suddenly rang.

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Upon seeing it was Damon, his expression changed. After hesitating for a moment, he answered the call.

"You have one minute to get out of my house," Damon stated.

Before Clark could reply, the call abruptly ended.

Holding his phone, he felt his face darken even further. Since he hadn't taken over the company yet, he didn't dare openly oppose Damon. He put his phone away and looked up at Nyla. "Nyla, we'll see each other

After Clark left, Lydia rushed over to Nyla's side. "Ms. Kinsey, are you okay? I noticed something was wrong and quickly called Mr. Sumner." Nyla shook her head. "I'm fine. Thank you, Lydia. You can go back to your work. I'd like to be alone for a while."

“Alright, just call me if you need anything," Lydia reminded her before returning to the kitchen.

Nyla walked over to the sofa and sat down, contemplating her next move.

She didn't want any further entanglement with the Sumners, and she knew her plans needed to be put into action quickly.

Thinking about this, she pulled out her phone and called Oliver. “I need your help with something."

Over the next few days, Nyla and Mason stayed home,

Damon was supposed to be on a business trip for a week, but he returned three days early.

After grabbing a file from the villa, he rushed back to the office without even having time to eat withBelonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

Mason.

Back at the company, Damon immediately called a shareholder meeting.

"As you all know, there's been a

problem with the Trull Group's west suburb project. The money that Prospectus Technology recently invested will likely be hard to

recover," he announced.

"The company's available cash flow is insufficient right now, so we'll need to put a hold on some of the larger projects we had planned.

"Our priority now is to complete the current projects and secure the payments before we move forward with any new plans.'

The atmosphere in the conference room was heavy, with everyone looking concerned.

The funds invested in the west suburb project were significant, and now that problems had emerged- right after Prospectus Technology's investment- it was hard not to be suspicious.

After Damon finished speaking, a shareholder raised a concern. "Mr. Sumner, I think someone is trying to sabotage Prospectus Technology. Otherwise, how could the timing be so coincidental?"

“Exactly. We all knew how hot that project was before. If there had been

any issues, there should've been some rumors. How could a project that everyone was fighting over suddenly run into trouble?"