Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Chapter 236 Chapter 236

"I don't need the Sumner Group to deal with you," Damon said, his voice cold.

Clark's expression darkened. He scoffed. "Nyla and I are married. Whatever happens between us is none of your business." "Even as her husband, you have no right to force her into something she doesn't want to do," Damon replied, his tone unwavering. Besides, it wouldn't be long before Clark and Nyla were divorced.

The two men locked eyes, and the tension between them was palpable, the air around them seeming to drop in temperature.

"Clark, stop harassing me. I'm not going to agree with what you just proposed, no matter what," Nyla said coldly.

Clark felt a chill in his heart. Nyla knew how important the Sumner Group was to him, yet she still refused to help.

With Damon standing there, he realized that trying to reason with her was futile.

"Nyla, I'll come back another time," Clark said.

Nyla frowned. No matter how many times he came, she knew she wouldn't change her mind. Before she could respond, he turned and left.

"If he comes back to bother you, just call security and have him thrown out," Damon advised Nyla.

Nyla nodded. "I will. Thank you, Uncle Damon."

"I'll drive you home," Damon offered, his usually cold eyes softened with a touch of warmth.

Nyla felt a bit flustered and looked away, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "No need. I have my car."

"Alright, drive safely," Damon said.

After Nyla left, Damon called Spencer. "Arrange for two people to keep an eye on Nyla from the shadows."

When Clark had left, his eyes had been filled with resentment. If Nyla continued to refuse his demands, who knew what he might do to her?

Back at the hotel, Nyla turned on her phone and was immediately greeted by a flood of messages from Valarie.

More photos and details of Clark's affair with Jordyn had been leaked online, and Jordyn's social media account had been exposed.

An angry mob of users had swarmed her comments, cursing her so viciously that she ended up trending.

Nyla wasn't particularly interested in the drama. She sent a few casual replies to Valarie before opening a food delivery app to order dinner.

As Clark approached the villa, he noticed a swarm of reporters gathered outside. His expression darkened. He could handle those at the door, but he knew that many more paparazzi were likely hiding nearby, waiting for a chance to pounce.

With that in mind, he turned his car around and headed for Jordyn's place.

When Jordyn saw him, her face lit up with joy. "Clark, what are you doing here?"NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

Clark brushed past her, his expression icy as he walked into the living room. "Jordyn, did you have anything to do with this?"

He suspected that something was amiss with the exposure of her pregnancy.

The only person who could help him now was Nyla. So, when Michael found the so-called evidence, he didn't ask anyone else to investigate further. There was only a chance to turn things around if Nyla was

behind it.

Jordyn's eyes filled with tears, and she looked at him with a wounded expression. "Clark, what good would it do me to expose this? Didn't you see the reporters outside my house? If you had been any later, they would have broken down the door."

She looked pitiful as she cried, but Clark remained unmoved.

"Because of this, I've been kicked out of the Sumner Group. This better have nothing to do with you, or you'll wish you were never born!" Clark hissed.

His icy stare made Jordyn shudder. She shook her head quickly. "It really has nothing to do with me."