Trading My Ex for His Uncle

If Richard really let Clark return to the Sumner Group, who knew? It might just go bankrupt one day.

"You can go now. There's no need for you to come here anymore. Your affairs are no longer my concern, and I won't deal with you again," Richard said.

Clark's eyes flashed with panic as he realized that Richard was truly disappointed in him. He quickly crawled forward and grabbed Richard's leg.

"Grandpa, I know I was wrong! Please forgive me this once. I promise I'll listen to everything you say from now on," he pleaded.

Richard looked down at him, his gaze void of emotion. "I've given you too many chances, and you've never appreciated them. From now on, you're on your own. Whatever you do, you'll have to face the consequences yourself." With that, he turned and left.

Clark tried to chase after him, but the service staff stopped him. "Please leave, Mr. Clark."

"Get out of my way!" Clark's voice was commanding, but the service staff didn't budge.

As Damon stood to leave, he passed by Clark and warned coldly, "I suggest you stop with your schemes. Otherwise, you might even lose the companies your father left you."

Clark turned his head, his eyes bloodshot. "If you dare touch my companies, I'll make sure to take you down with me, even if it kills me!"

Damon sneered. "I'm not interested in your companies. I can't be bothered."

Clark wouldn't have a good ending if he crossed the wrong people without the Sumners to back him up. Grand Azure hadn't killed him this time partly because they feared the Sumners. After Damon left, the service staff escorted Clark out of the mansion.

Clark knelt at the gate for several hours before fainting from exhaustion, but Richard still paid him no mind.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

When he woke again, it was already dark. The lights at the entrance of the Sumner residence were on, but the gate remained tightly shut.

It was clear that even if he knelt here until he died, Richard would never see him.

Clark's eyes grew cold as he stood to leave.

Just then, a black Land Rover pulled up in front of him.

Brandon stepped out of the car with a smirk as he took in Clark's disheveled appearance.

"Clark, how did you end up like this?" he asked, his tone dripping with mockery.

Seeing the satisfaction in Bra

eyes, Clark gritted his teeth.

"Brandon, don't get too cocky. With your skills, you're not even fit to be CEO of the Sumner Group!

Brandon remained unfazed by the taunt. "You should worry about yourself. After this, Grandpa will never let you back into the Sumner Group. Focus on running the two little companies Uncle Cyrus left you if you're not careful and they go bankrupt, you'll have nothing left."

Clark snarled, "Just wait!"

Brandon raised an eyebrow, still smiling. "I've got dinner with Grandpa and a report on my recent work, so I don't have time to waste on you."

He brushed past Clark and headed toward the gate. The service staff immediately opened it for him.

Clark clenched his fists, his eyes burning with resentment and anger as he watched Brandon disappear behind the slowly closing gate.

But he didn't try to follow. Instead, he turned and left.

One day, they would have to invite him back-just as they had thrown him out today!

...

When Clark arrived home, Jordyn greeted him with delight. "Clark, you're back! Your wounds-"

Before she could finish, Clark

slapped her. "Jordyn, if it weren't for

you, I wouldn't be in this mess. My

biggest regret is falling for your

tricks in the first place, you bitch!"