Trading My Ex for His Uncle

After a few moments of silence, Damon answered coldly, head over right after my meeting"

Nyla arrived at the top floor at noon, only to be stopped by Spencer.

"Ms. Jayston, Mr. Sumner isn't in his office right now," he informed her.

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she still in a meeting?" she asked.

Spencer shook his head, his gaze fixed on her. "No. He got a call from Mr. Richard this morning. He went back to the Summer residence and hasn't returned yet."

Nyla's heart sank. She didn't need to guess-it was clearly about what had happened earlier that morning

"I see. Thank you for letting me know, Mr. Hogg," she replied.

Noticing that her expression remained unchanged, Spencer frowned. "Ms. Jayston, aren't you going to go over there?"

"Even if I did, it wouldn't help. Besides, seeing me would only make the Sumners more upset," Nyla answered calmly.

"This whole situation started because of you. Shouldn't you stand by Mr. Sumner and face it together?" Spencer's gaze was filled with disapproval, his tone turning cold.

It wasn't his place to meddle in Damon's personal life, but Nyla's attitude made him feel that Damon's efforts were going unappreciated. Damon was standing up to his entire family for her, yet she seemed content to hide behind him rather than share the burden.

"Mr. Hogg, if he wanted me by his side, he would've asked me himself-not had you deliver the message. Nyla replied.

Already frustrated, Spencer's response grew more blunt. "If that's how you feel, then there's nothing more

to say."

With that, he turned and walked away.

Nyla wasn't angry. She understood Spencer's protective instincts toward Damon after working with him

for so many years.

As Nyla stepped out of the elevator, she bumped into Melody, who was on her way to lunch.

"Nyla, weren't you supposed to have lunch with Mr. Sumner? How come you're back so soon?" Melody asked, surprised.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Something came up last minute. I'll just order takeout," Nyla replied.

Melody smiled and looped her arm through Nyla's. "Why order takeout? Let's go to the cafeteria together!"

Nyla wanted to refuse, but before she could say anything, Melody had already pulled her back into the

elevator.

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Meanwhile, Damon was kneeling in the Sumner residence's living room as Richard struck his back with a

thick cane

"I'll ask you one more time-are you going to break things off with that woman or not?" Richard demanded.

Damon kept his back straight, his expression defiant as he met Richard's eyes without flinching. "Dad, no matter how many times you ask, my answer will be the same."

Richard raised the cane again and brought it down hard on Damon's back, opening up yet another wound among the many that already marked his skin.

Sitting nearby, Clark watched with a smug look, feeling deeply satisfied. His side still ached from the kick Damon had given him that morning, and he was itching to grab the cane from Richard and strike Damon himself.

This moment was too good to waste. It would be a shame if Nyla didn't see it.

With that thought, Clark sneered, snapped a photo, and sent it to her.

Nyla felt all eyes on her as soon as she walked into Prospectus Technology's employee cafeteria. Almost everyone was sneaking glances at her, most of them filled with malice.

"Tsk, I wondered what was so special about her. She's not even that pretty. Must be really good at playing her cards, though, getting not one but two Sumner men to fall for her," someone commented.

"Please, Mr. Sumner's just having some fun. You think he'd actually marry a divorced woman? He'll get bored soon and dump her," another said.

"Some women just don't know their place. They think just because they've climbed up once, they can do it again. But they're only setting themselves up for a big fall!" another chimed in.