Trading My Ex for His Uncle

"Just say it was sent to you by someone named Pete," Damon replied.

If Pete hadn't suddenly disappeared, Damon wouldn't have needed to find Valarie.

"Got it," Valarie said.

After their discussion, Valarie decided not to stay for dinner with Damon, as they weren't close.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

"If there's nothing else, I'll head out now," she said.

Damon looked at her seriously. "Ms. Weir, please keep this matter confidential. I don't want anyone to know that I handed you this file."

"Don't worry. I'll keep it to myself," Valarie assured him.

Once Valarie left the restaurant, she went directly to Nyla's place.

When Nyla saw Valarie, she was pleasantly surprised. "Valarie, what are you doing here?"

Valarie smiled. "I missed you, so I came by. Let me in first."

Nyla stepped aside to let her in. Once they were seated in the living room, Valarie took the file from her bag and handed it to Nyla.

Nyla took it with a puzzled expression. "What's this?"

As soon as Nyla opened it and read a few lines, her expression changed drastically. "Valarie, how do you have this?"

Seeing Nyla's serious demeanor, Valarie said casually, "Someone named Pete sent it to me and asked me to give it to you. Do you know him? What's in the file?"

Valarie leaned in to take a look, but Nyla quickly closed the file and asked, "Did you read this?"

Noticing Nyla's reluctance to share the contents, Valarie shook her head. "No, I haven't read it. But why are you being so secretive? Is it classified?"

Nyla took a deep breath and replied, "Valarie, I can't tell you what's in the file right now. I'll explain it to you when the time is right."

Valarie, who generally didn't like prying into others' private matters, chose not to press further.

"Alright. I have other things to do. I'll visit you again next time," she said.

"Okay. Let me see you out," Nyla replied.

At the door, Nyla looked at Valarie with gratitude. "Valarie, thank you. This file is very important to me."

Seeing Nyla's serious expression, Valarie couldn't help but smile. "No need to thank me. We're friends, after all. Take care."

After Valarie left, Nyla immediately

called Pete, but his phone was off. She also sent him a message but received no reply. Suspecting he might be in trouble, she transferred some money to him and expressed herthanks before opening the file to review it.

The file contained evidence not only of Cyrus collaborating with Clement to scheme against Harris Pharmaceuticals but also of other criminal activities involving both of them.

As Nyla read, her frown deepened. She didn't hear the faint sound of the door lock turning.

It wasn't until she heard soft

footsteps that she looked up in

shock, her face turning pale when she saw Clark. Instinctively, she closed the file and coldly asked, "What are you doing here?"

Seeing her reach for her phone on the table, Clark said calmly, "Nyla whether you contact Damon or call the police won't make a difference. I'm your husband. It's only natural for me to be here."

Ignoring his words, Nyla quickly unlocked her phone.

Clark was quicker. The moment she unlocked it, he snatched her phone away.

Nyla tried to grab it back, and the file fell to the floor. As it opened, Clark glanced down at it.