Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Damon was furious that Nyla had taken such a dangerous action without consulting him.

On top of that, Cyrus had caused the Jaystons' bankruptcy, and Damon himself was a Sumner. He wasn't sure if Nyla might also harbor some resentment toward him.

After sitting in the car for a long time, Damon was about to leave when he saw Nyla walking out of her building in casual clothes, carrying two bags of trash. His gaze automatically settled on her, and his previously cold demeanor softened.

Nyla noticed Damon's car as well and hesitated for a moment. After tossing the trash into the bin, she walked over to his car.

As she stopped a few steps from the car, the window on the driver's side rolled down. Their eyes met, and neither of them spoke for a while.

Finally, Nyla bit her lip and spoke slowly. "Uncle Damon, are you here... to reprimand me?"

Damon's gaze darkened, then he smirked. "If I were here to reprimand you, do you think you'd be standing here talking to me?"

Nyla turned pale and found it difficult to meet his gaze, instinctively lowering her eyes. "Then what brings you here?"

Seeing her evasive reaction, Damon frowned and abruptly opened the car door to get out.

Nyla froze, a wave of panic rising in her chest. She instinctively wanted to step back, but Damon's deep voice stopped her. "Don't move!"

Nyla stiffened as Damon quickly approached her. His height cast a shadow over her, and the unique scent of pine surrounded her, like a net closing in.

Her hands trembled at her sides, feeling an impending danger she couldn't escape. Damon's intimidating presence was overwhelming, and just his silence made her want to flee. "Uncle Damon, you..." Nyla began.

Damon's touch was cool as he gently lifted her chin, compelling her to meet his gaze. His dark eyes seemed to draw her in, and her eyes flickered with panic. She clutched the hem of her clothes tightly.

"You've sent my brother to the police. Now everyone in the Sumners despises you, and Clark probably won't help you. Did you ever think about what you'd do if the Sumners retaliated against you and your father?" Damon asked.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

His tone was flat, but Nyla's eyes widened, and her body trembled slightly She had only wanted to see Cyrus behind bars and hadn't considered the possibility of retaliation from the Sumners.

In truth, she hadn't dared to think about it, knowing how easily the Sumners could crush her.

She bit her lip hard and took a deep breath. "No matter what, I need to seek justice."

Upon seeing her determined expression, Damon's eyes flared with anger, and he tightened his grip on her chin.

Was it so difficult to ask for help? Did she have to face all these dangers alone?

"Is this justice more important than your life?" he questioned.

"Yes," Nyla answered.

Damon's anger shifted into a cold, bitter smile. "Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you!"

He released her, turned, and got back into the car, his back radiating irritation.

Nyla didn't understand why he was so upset, but since he was there, it was better to clear the air.

"Uncle Damon, I hope you won't

come to see me privately again. I've

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sent your brother to the police, and any future encounters will only be awkward. I'll request a new researcher for the Park

Pharmaceuticals project. Let's just act like we don't know each other from now on," Nyla said.

Damon looked back at her, his displeasure almost palpable.

Nyla didn't know why he was looking at her like that, but she could feel his dangerous aura. As she turned to escape, his large hand suddenly grabbed her waist.

"Ah..." she cried.

Damon lifted her effortlessly and spun her around, pressing her back against the cold car door. Before she could react, he kissed her fiercely.