Trading My Ex for His Uncle

When Damon arrived at Nyla's place, it was already an hour later.

"What's going on?" he asked.

Nyla looked up at him with reddened eyes. "Uncle Damon, can you help me find a place to stay? If I look for one myself, Clark might continue to harass me."

Upon seeing the hint of vulnerability in her eyes, Damon's gaze hardened. "Did Clark come by earlier?"Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Nyla nodded. "Yes. I don't know where he got the keys, but he just walked in."

"Alright. I'll handle the rental. Do you need help with the divorce?" Damon asked.

Nyla looked down. "The divorce should be happening soon."

"Got it," Damon replied.

Noticing Damon's gaze resting on her, Nyla nervously clenched her hands and mustered the courage to look up at him. "If that's all, and since it's getting late, I'll see you out." Damon stood up. "No need. Get some rest."

After leaving the neighborhood, Damon called Spencer. "Clark broke into Nyla's place tonight. Did the two people I asked you to arrange not notice anything?"

The thought of Clark being alone with Nyla made Damon frown. With Clark expelled from the Sumner Group, who knew what he might do next?

"Mr. Sumner, I'll find out what happened right away," Spencer answered.

"Whatever the reason, replace them with new ones. Also, find a place to rent under your name," Damon instructed.

"Understood. I'll handle it immediately," Spencer replied.

After hanging up, Damon put his phone down and drummed his fingers absently on the steering wheel. The dim light in the car made his stern face appear half-hidden, giving off an intimidating aura.

The next morning, Nyla received a call from the authentication center. After reviewing the report, she immediately sent a copy to Clark.

It wasn't long before Clark called her, sounding somewhat resigned. "Nyla, it's all in the past. Why bring it up again?"

Nyla snorted. "In the past? You wronged me. Don't you think you owe me an apology?"

There was silence on the other end of the line.

After a few seconds, Clark spoke quietly. "I already apologized last night. You used to never be so aggressive. I barely recognize you now."

"It's because I was too easygoing

that you felt you could hurt me repeatedly. But I don't want to dwell

on the past. Bring your ID, annet

we'll

get divorced today," Nyla said.

Clark's voice turned cold. "Nyla, I'm not divorcing you. Besides, you said last night you'd think about what i proposed. Why the sudden change? Did Damon put you up to this?"

"Last night was just a temporary measure to get you to leave. I'll send you a document shortly. Meet me at the courthouse at 10:00 a.m. If you don't show up, I'll take the document to the police," Nyla stated.

With that, she hung up and sent Clark the file she had prepared the night before.

Shortly after, he called again, but she ignored it and blocked his number before heading to the courthouse with her ID.

She was certain Clark would come.

Clark stared at the photos Nyla had sent, his eyes red.

Could the incident with Harris Pharmaceuticals six years ago really be connected to Cyrus?

If these documents were authentic and Nyla turned them over to the police, Cyrus would surely end up in prison.

After a moment's reflection, Clark forwarded the photos to Cyrus.

It wasn't long before Cyrus called him.