Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Chapter 155

"You accuse me of harassing her? Do you have any evidence? If not, I'll call the police and report you for assault. You might end up spending a few days behind bars!" Dylan threatened. Clark remained unfazed. "Go ahead, but don't be surprised if it's you who ends up in jail."

Dylan's bluster lost its impact as Clark's calm demeanor persisted. Gritting his teeth, Dylan snapped, "Fine! Just wait. You'd better hope I don't see you again!" With that, he turned and stormed off.

Clark watched him go with cold, steely eyes. Someone like that dared to harass Nyla?

Clark turned to her, his expression dark. "Why didn't you tell me someone was bothering you?”

It was clear from her reaction that this man had been a recurring problem.

Nyla pressed her lips together. "I didn't expect him to get physical. I rejected him yesterday."

She hadn't anticipated Dylan's persistence despite her clear refusal.

Clark sneered. "Tolerating people like him only emboldens them. I'll call Uncle Damon later and ask him how he manages his employees."

Nyla frowned at the mention of involving Damon. "It's just a minor issue. No need to trouble him."

Clark paused and scrutinized her denly. "Do you really think it's minor, or are you worried I'll make things cult for him?"

Nyla's expression cooled as she replied, "Do you think you have what it

takes to challenge him?"

"Say that again!" Clark snarled, his eyes blazing with anger.

How dare she imply he couldn't handle Damon?!

"I can say it as many times as you want. It's the truth," Nyla insisted.

Clark laughed coldly. "Fine. Very well.

He stormed off toward the car parked by the curb, not uttering a word to Nyla during the drive to Cyrus and Cindy's place.

Nyla followed him inside, unfazed by his silence.

As they entered the living room, Cyrus' laughter greeted them.

Nyla's hands tightened at her sides. She took a deep breath to suppress her emotions and followed Clark in, changing her shoes at the entrance.

She noticed Damon was there as well, playing chess with Cyrus while. Cindy sat nearby, smiling.

Nyla knew that Cyrus and Cindy's marriage was merely a façade; Cindy was just maintaining appearances. Seeing Clark, Cindy said gently, "Have a seat. Dinner will start once your dad and uncle finish this game." Her smile faded when her gaze landed on Nyla, and she did not greet

her.

Nyla didn't mind-a sudden display of warmth from Cindy would have been unsettling. Seated on the couch, Clark watched the chess game, where Cyrus appeared to be losing. Meanwhile, Nyla was preoccupied with figuring out how to access Cyrus

study without being noticed.

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The study was on the second floor at the end of the left hallway and was usually locked.

Taking the key from Cyrus wasn't feasible, but Clark's bedroom was conveniently next to the study, with their balconies connected. If she could get to Clark's balcony, she could access the study. As Nyla pondered her plan, the chess game ended.

Cyrus sighed. "Damon, you never go easy on me. I'm your brother-can't you cut me some slack?"Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Damon dropped the white pieces into the container. "If you want

someone to go easy on you, play with your subordinates. They wouldn't dare beat you."