Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Damon was in a meeting when he suddenly stood up, his voice low and urgent. "I understand. I'll have people look into it right away."

Spencer, who was nearby, immediately approached him. "Mr. Sumner, what's going on?"

"Dismiss the meeting. We'll continue tomorrow. Contact the two people I asked you to arrange to protect Nyla immediately. She's missing," Damon instructed.

Spencer was astonished, realizing the seriousness of the situation. "I'll handle it right away."

As soon as Damon returned to his office, Spencer knocked on the door with a grim expression and said, "Mr. Sumner, the two guards reported that Ms. Jayston's car has been heading out of town. I've already asked them to try and intercept it."

"Alright. Send me her current location," Damon requested.

"Got it," Spencer answered.

After sending the location, Spencer's phone rang. He answered it, and his face turned ashen as he listened.

"Mr. Sumner... the person in the car... isn't Ms. Jayston..." he said.

Damon's eyes widened sharply, and he exuded a chilling aura. "Who is it then?"

"It's a taxi driver. When Ms. Jayston was paying at a gas station, someone gave him money to drive off in her car. Ms. Jayston is now missing," Spencer replied.

"Useless! You couldn't even keep track of one person! Get the gas station's surveillance footage right now!" Damon barked.

Meanwhile, in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city...

Nyla regained consciousness. She found herself tied to a chair with tape over her mouth and struggled instinctively.

The warehouse door opened, and Cyrus walked in with four bodyguards.

One of them approached Nyla and ripped the tape from her mouth.

"Cyrus Summer, what are you trying to do?" Nyla asked.

Cyrus smirked coldly, skipping pleasantries and going straight to the point. "Give me the documents you sent to Clark, and I'll let you go."

"Do you think that's possible?" Nyla looked at him coldly, her eyes showing no fear.

"Nyla, you and Clark were once married, and you even called me 'Dad'. I don't want to kill you. Just give me the documents, and we can still be a family," Cyrus coaxed.

"A family?" Nyla's expression was

filled with disdain. "You caused the

bankruptcy of Harris

Pharmaceuticals and left my father waiting for a kidney transplant in the hospital. Do you really think I can act like nothing happened and be part of your family?"

Upon seeing that Nyla wouldn't cooperate, Cyrus' smile turned icy. "Since you refuse to cooperate, I'll have to ensure you disappear completely."

Nyla's eyes flashed with panic. She raised her voice. "Are you trying to kill me to cover your tracks?"

Cyrus nodded. "Yes, I'm going to kill

you. Even if you die, I'll still find the documents. It was your refusal to

cooperate that forced this We could have settled this

uation

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peacefully, but you insist on opposing me."

"Do you realize you're committing kidnapping and murder? You're breaking the law!" Nyla exclaimed.

Cyrus' eyes showed no fear, only pity. "Don't worry. You'll simply disappear. No one will know you're dead, and no one will find your body."

With that, Cyrus' men moved forward, dragging Nyla from the chair and pulling her toward the door.

"You'll get what's coming to you!" Nyla cried.

Cyrus sneered. "Hahaha! 'Getting what's coming to me'? If that were true, I would have been caught when I dealt with Harrison. You're so naïve to believe in such things. I suggest you pray for a better fate in your next life and avoid such misfortune!"

Unnoticed by everyone, a small, square object inside Nyla's clothes blinked faintly.