Trading My Ex for His Uncle

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As they neared the company, Nyla asked Damon to drop her off at the corner.

He frowned, clearly displeased. "Am I so embarrassing to you?"

"It's not that," Nyla replied. "I just got divorced from Clark. If people from the company see us together now, it will negatively affect you."

"I don't mind," Damon said flatly.

"But I do. I need some time to adjust to our relationship, so let's keep it private for now, okay?" she asked, her voice tinged with hope and a hint of hesitation.

Damon covered her eyes with his hand, his voice low and husky. "Alright, but I'll need to collect some interest."

Nyla was startled, her eyes widening "What kind of interest?"

Her lashes brushed against Damon's hand, tickling him slightly. He held her waist and leaned in to kiss

her.

"Mmph." Nyla stiffened, instinctively trying to pull away. As she moved back, she found herself pressed against the car door, unable to escape. She could only surrender to Damon After what felt like an eternity, Damon finally pulled away.

Nyla was breathing heavily, her normally pale cheeks flushed red. She leered at him, her anger apparent but not fully scathing

Damon's gaze darkened. "Are you sure you want to look at me like that?"

His eyes narrowed dangerously.

Nyla took a moment to calm herself and said softly, "You don't have to wait for me tonight. I'll head back on my own."

"Okay," Damon replied.

"Then I'll get out now," Nyla said.

Seeing her avoiding eye contact, Damon smiled. "If you don't want to get out, that's fine too. I'll just consider it a small loss on my part." Nyla was rendered speechless. She quickly opened the car door, stepped out, and walked briskly into the crowd without looking back. Damon's smile widened as he watched her annoyed figure.

Upon arriving at the company, he saw a familiar face standing at the entrance.

"Stop the car," he ordered but remained inside, staring icily at Clark

Clark had not yet noticed him and was scanning the crowd for Nyla. When he spotted her, he hurried over and blocked her path. "Nyla!" he called out.

Startled by Clark's sudden appearance, Nyla instinctively took a step back. She noticed the fiery anger in his eyes and frowned, feeling defensive. "What do you want?" she asked.

Her wariness only fueled Clark's sneer. After she exposed his marriage to Jordyn, Richard had slapped him twice, and Cindy had expressed severe disappointment.

"Now you're scared? Why weren't you afraid when you spread news about my marriage to Jordyn?" he demanded.

His eyes were bloodshot, filled with disgust and hatred. If he hadn't fallen for Nyla, he wouldn't be in this mess! It was all her fault!

"It's not like you didn't send people to ransack my house!" Nyla shot back.

"If I hadn't, how would I know if you were hiding backups to use against me later?" Clark retorted as if his actions were completely justified.

Nyla was at a loss for words, wondering how she had been so blind to his true nature before.

Not wanting to argue further, she tried to push past him.

Clark grabbed her arm, gritting his teeth. "Nyla, you've done this to me. Are you just going to walk away?"

As Nyla was about to shake him off, a cold voice came from behind. "Let her go!"

Both turned to see Damon.

Nyla's eyes widened in surprise. Shouldn't Damon have been at the company already? Clark sneered. "Uncle Damon, this is between me and her. Why are you interfering?"

Damon's gaze was icy. "She's my girlfriend now."-

"What?!" Clark stared at Damon and Nyla in disbelief. It was as though he had just heard something absurd.