Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Damon clenched his jaw, and anger flared in his eyes. "You were the one who started this. When it ends is up to me."

Nyla looked at him coldly. "Damon, don't you think you're being unreasonable? If you really cared about me, you wouldn't have reconciled with Rebecca. Now you're coming back to bother me. Do you want me to be your mistress?" Damon's gaze was icy. "I said I'd need three months."

"I've also said that I'm not willing. If you truly feel even a shred of guilt, then stop bothering me," Nyla retorted.

She grabbed her bag and turned to leave.

Only after she got into the car did her emotions settle.

Back at the restaurant, Damon sat stiffly, his presence radiating coldness.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

As soon as he answered, a panicked voice came through. "Mr. Damon, you need to come back to the Sumner residence immediately!"

By the time Damon arrived at the residence, over an hour had passed.

Walking into the living room, he saw Clark sprawled on the floor-his hair a mess, clothes soaked, and his back marked with bloodied welts.

Damon's gaze shifted indifferently to the enraged Richard, who was sitting in the main seat.

"What's going on?" he asked.

Richard threw the bloodstained cane to the floor and said coldly, "Don't you know? You and Clark are both making me furious. One's involved with his former niece-in-law, and the other's marrying a woman of low status. It seems you're determined to drive me to my grave!"

"You knew about this already, didn't you?" Damon asked.

Richard's face flushed with frustration. He calmed his anger and looked at Damon coldly. "I called you here to discuss something else."

Damon sat down across from him, lounging casually. "What's that?"

"I heard from Clark that you knew Grand Azure's people had him kidnapped. Instead of helping him, you told them to just leave him a breath of life?" Richard asked.

Damon glanced at Clark, who was pale, avoiding eye contact, and wore a guilty expression. He smirked and replied indifferently, "Yes, so?"

"He's your nephew! Even if you're angry with him, you shouldn't just watch him die!" Richard huffed.

Damon raised an eyebrow. "If I remember correctly, you said you'd cut ties with me and kick me out of the Sumners. Since I'm no longer a member of the family, isn't he no longer my nephew either?"

Richard was taken aback, his anger flaring up again. "That was just a spur-of-the-moment decision!" Damon's response was a simple, "Oh."

Richard's barely calmed rage surged back due to Damon's nonchalance. "What's with your attitude?"

"Nothing much. Since Clark

complained to you, did he mention

that he used Prospectus

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Technology's name to sign contracts with several major companies, including Grand Azure?" Damon asked.

"What?!" Richard glared at Clark, his fury reaching a boiling point. "You did such a thing?!"

Not only would this jeopardize Clark's position, but it could also harm Damon's company.

Clark trembled under Richard's

harsh gaze, his voice quaking as he pleaded, "Grandpa, I know I was

wrong... I was momentarily blinded... Please forgive me this once."

OUMS

"You've made so many mistakes recently. Every time, you say it's a moment of madness. How did I end up raising such a fool?" Richard scolded. He was genuinely disheartened. He had previously considered letting Clark return to the Sumner Group, but now he had no intention of doing so.