Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Avoiding eye contact with Damon, Clark lowered his head. "Uncle Damon, I realize I was wrong..."

Damon's anger morphed into a chuckle. "Realize you were wrong? Do you understand that what you did is a crime? You used Prospectus Technology's name to deceive other companies into signing contracts with yours. If this gets out, you could be taken to court!" He was astonished by Clark's audacity.

Clark, now genuinely terrified, looked up at Damon with fear. "Uncle Damon, I understand my mistake. When my dad handed over the company to me, the funds were nearly depleted. If I didn't secure partnerships with some major companies, the company would soon go bankrupt. "Please, just give me one chance. I promise I won't make the same mistake again!"

Upon seeing Clark's frightened and guilty demeanor, Damon's anger intensified. "Realizing your mistake doesn't excuse the fact that you committed it in the first place." The room fell into silence.

After a long pause, Clark finally looked up at Damon. "Uncle Damon, what do you want me to do to make this right? Do you really want me to beg?"

Before Damon could respond, his phone on the table rang. Seeing it was Rebecca, he moved aside to answer the call. "What is it?"

Noticing the coldness in his tone, Rebecca was disappointed. "Damon, I wanted to ask if you'll be coming home for dinner tonight. I'm making your favorite fish. Would you like that?"

Damon rubbed his temples and replied quietly, "I'm not sure yet. Just take care of yourself. You don't need to cook. Let the service staff handle it."

"But... I don't know how many more meals I'll get to make for you. I don't want you to remember me only as someone frail. I want you to have some good memories of me," Rebecca said. Damon's patience was wearing thin, but he remembered her illness and softened his tone. "Don't overexert yourself."

After hanging up, Damon turned back to Clark with a cold voice. "I'll inform your grandfather about this. You need to resolve the issues with the companies you deceived on your own. I won't help you." Relief flashed in Clark's eyes. As long as Damon didn't pursue it further, there was still a chance to fix things. "Thank you, Uncle Damon!"

"No need to thank me. My decision not to pursue it doesn't mean those companies won't," Damon warned.

Clark's smile faltered, and he replied awkwardly, "I understand."

Noticing Clark still seated on the sofa, Damon said sternly, "Aren't you leaving?"

"I'm leaving now..." Clark replied.

It wasn't until Clark left Prospectus Technology that his expression darkened considerably.

Even though Clark was Damon's nephew and Damon had ended up with Nyła, Damon still refused to help Clark in this situation. The more Clark thought about it, the more he loathed Damon. en NovelDrama.Org

Suddenly, his phone buzzed.

Seeing it was Richard, Clark tightened his grip on the phone and took a moment before answering.

An angry voice came through the line.

Clark apologized submissively and, after ending the call, drove back to the Summer residence.

As the workday wound down that evening, Nyla took out the invitation to the Conference that Caroline had give her, hesitating about whether to attend. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Melody, who noticed the invitation, looked surprised. "Nyla, how did you get an invitation to this conference?"

The invitation was for the "Next-Generation Cancer Drug Research and Application" conference, which would be held in the city center.

The event would bring together top medical experts and pharmaceutical researchers from around the world to discuss the latest advancements in cancer drug development and share clinical trial results.