Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Caroline paused before smiling. "Alright. I'll be waiting for you in Capitarnia."

"Sure," Nyla promised.

After Caroline entered the hotel, Nyla drove off.

Halfway home, her phone suddenly rang.

Seeing that it was an unknown number, she decided not to answer. The caller didn't try again but sent a text message instead.

It wasn't until Nyla parked downstairs that she checked the message.

[Ms. Jayston, my father was one of the victims of the Harris Pharmaceuticals incident six years ago. I saw in the news that you found evidence and sent Cyrus Sumner to the police. I also have some evidence and would like to give it to you. Please contact me if you see this message.]

After reading the text, Nyla tightened her grip on her phone but didn't rush to reply.

Cyrus had been in custody for a while, and this person was just now reaching out. It seemed a bit suspicious.

After a moment of consideration, she decided to ignore it for the time being.

If the other party was genuinely desperate, they would reach out again. No matter their intention, it was better to be cautious.

For the rest of the weekend, Nyla stayed at home studying.

Gabriel sent her several messages inviting her to join him for a meal. Initially, she responded, but eventually, she began to ignore them.

...

On Monday morning, just as Nyla was leaving her apartment, she found Gabriel waiting by the elevator.

She greeted him coolly and was about to leave when he stepped before her. "Nyla, am I bothering you?"

Understanding he was referring to her lack of response to his messages, she nodded. "A little."

Gabriel looked momentarily taken aback, then his eyes softened with a hint of indulgence and helplessness. "I understand. I won't bother you again." "Thank you." With that, Nyla turned and left without another word.

After she drove away, Gabriel made a phone call, his voice as gentle as ever. "How did it go with what I asked you to do?"

A gruff, low voice answered from the

other end, "I called her, but she didn't pick up. Then I sent a text, but it's

been more than a day, and she still hasn't responded."

Gabriel narrowed his eyes. "Keep trying to contact her. Once this is over, I'll send your daughter abroad for treatment." Gabriel hung up, put away his phone, and smirked.

On her way to the office, Nyla received a call from Valarie.

"Nyla, you won't believe this!" Valarie exclaimed.

Curious, Nyla raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

"After Clark took over his father's

company, he used his connection as Damon's nephew to trick several companies into signing contracts. The executives thought they were

signing deals with Prospet

Technology, but it turns out it was just Clark's small company Now people are starting to realize something's off, and some are threatening to sue him," Valarie explained.

Nyla frowned. "How could those executives be so careless? Didn't they notice the contracts were with the wrong company?"NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Valarie elaborated, "He forged the

contracts. The paperwork said Prospectus Technology, but a

dealings were actually hapalkthe

by

people from his company

"Isn't he afraid of getting caught?" Nyla asked, surprised that Clark would dare to pull off something like this.

It was eye-opening.

"I guess he didn't think he'd get caught. Who knows how this will play out now? I'll let you know if I hear anything new," Valarie offered.

Nyla wasn't particularly concerned about what happened to Clark. After all, they had nothing to do with each other anymore.

What Nyla hadn't expected was that Clark would come to her for help.

"Nyla, for the sake of what we had, can you please help me? Talk to Uncle Damon for me and ask him to assist me this one time?" he pleaded.