Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Damon narrowed his eyes. It seemed Clark really didn't want to return to the Sumner Group.

"I'm in a meeting right now. I'll explain everything to you tonight," Damon said.

Since Nyla and Clark weren't divorced yet, Damon didn't want the Sumners to know about his feelings for Nyla. Although he had fallen for her first, the Sumners would likely think she was the one who had seduced him.

Richard didn't respond and just hung up.

Damon called Spencer over and instructed quietly, "Find out where Clark is and bring him to see me after the meeting."

The meeting dragged on for over two hours before it finally ended.

When Damon announced it was over, the department managers visibly relaxed.

Back in Damon's office, his gaze turned cold when he saw Clark sitting on the couch.

The atmosphere was tense and oppressive.

Damon sat down across from Clark and said coldly, "No matter what you tell your grandfather, I won't give up on Nyla."

Clark smiled. "Uncle Damon, whether you give up or not doesn't matter to me. I'm not divorcing her, so you'll never be with her."

Damon's gaze hardened. "Whether you divorce or not isn't up to you."

Clark's eyes flashed with sarcasm. "If it's not up to me, then it's not up to you either. Now that I'm out of the Sumner Group, you can't use it to threaten me. What can you do to make me divorce her?" Clark had no intention of divorcing Nyla and planned to flaunt his relationship with her in front of Damon, making the latter suffer.

"You acting this way only makes me think she must have been blind before," Damon said.

Clark sneered. "Uncle Damon, provoking me won't help, As long as I'm alive, I won't let you be with her!" With that, Clark got up and left.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Once the office door slammed shut, Damon sat down at his desk, opened the bottom drawer, and retrieved the file he had stashed away earlier. After a moment's thought, he made a phone call. In the evening, Valarie arrived at the restaurant.

As she sat down across from Damon, she was still somewhat surprised that he had asked to meet her. "Damon... I mean, Mr. Sumner, what do you need to see me about?" she asked. Damon pushed a file across the table to her and said in a serious tone, "Please give this file to Nyla. She'll

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know what to do with it."

Valarie's eyes widened in surprise, and she frowned. "Mr. Sumner, if I remember correctly, Nyla is now working at Prospectus Technology. Wouldn't it be easier for you to give it to her directly?" Damon nodded. "Yes, but I have reasons for not being able to hand it to her myself. I hope you can keep this confidential."

"Can I ask why?" Valarie was curious about why Damon needed her to deliver the file.

"Ms. Weir, I can't disclose the specific reasons. However, if she chooses to tell you, you'll understand when you hand over the file. If you agree to help, I'll owe you a favor," Damon said.

Valarie took the file and smiled. "Forget about the favor. I heard that when I was in a coma after falling from the hotel, it was you who called for the ambulance and sent me to the hospital. You also helped find out that it was Jacqueline behind it. Consider this a way to repay you for that."

"Thank you, Ms. Weir," Damon replied.

"However, this file must be important. If Nyla asks where I got it, what should I say?" Valarie asked.