Trading My Ex for His Uncle

A chill swept over Nyla, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.

Clark's gaze darkened as he noticed the faint curves on her chest, and he leaned down to kiss her collarbone.

"Don't touch me!" Nyla struggled desperately, but she was pinned by Clark.

The inherent power disparity between a man and a woman left her with no chance of escape. Her face contorted with disgust and anger. Even the slightest touch from him made her feel nauseous to the

extreme.

"Nyla, your refusal won't work this time."

Only by getting her pregnant would she stay by his side

Clark ignored Nyla's disgusted gaze and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

The next moment, Nyla bit down hard on Clark's lips, the taste of blood spreading in their mouths.

Clark released Nyla, wiped the blood from his mouth with a sneer, and gripped her chin to force her to look at him. "Nyla, you can't escape today."

Just as he leaned down to kiss her collarbone again, a series of knocks suddenly sounded at the door.

Mr. Clark, Mr. Damon is here."

Clark frowned in confusion. Damon had never visited before, so why was he suddenly there?

After a moment's thought, he replied, "Understood. Tell him I'll be down shortly."

After the maid left, Clark looked at Nyla. "Wait here for me."

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Clark didn't force her to respond. Instead, he straightened his clothes and left the bedroom.

Once the door closed, Nyla heaved a sigh of relief, feeling like she had narrowly escaped a disaster. She quickly got up, walked to the window, scanned the turf below, hesitated for a moment, then closed her e Clark found Damon sitting on the sofa with a cold expression when he came downstairs, Damon's serious demeanor made him uneasy.

"Uncle Damon, what brings you here today?"

"What's going on between you and that secretary of yours?"

"What?" Clark's eyes widened in disbelief.

How did Damon know about this?

"I won't repeat myself. I heard you and that woman have a baby. You know what happens to the men of the Sumners when they cheat, right?"

Clark turned pale, his gaze filled with panic. "Uncle Damon, I promise to handle this. Please don't tell Dad and Grandpa.”

Damon stared at him coldly, devoid of any warmth. "If you're afraid now, why did you cheat in the first place?"

Richard and his younger brother, Simon Sumner, founded the Sumner Group

together. When they achieved success, Simon grew disdainful toward his wife, who had stayed by his side faithfully. He Indulged himself, and his infidelity nearly bankrupted the company after a deceitful woma and leaked confidential information.

This led to Simon's expulsion by the shareholders. Within a month, he spiraled into decline and committed suicide by jumping into a river. His wife and child disappeared from Saintornia without a trace. Since then, Richard established a rule in the Sumner family: any betrayal of a partner, regardless of capability, disqualified one from taking over the company.

If Damon hadn't found out that Nyla was renting outside and found it strange enough to let his secretary investigate, he wouldn't have learned that his usually mature and steady nephew would do such a thing "Uncle Damon, I failed to resist temptation at first, but I regret it now. Please give me another chance."

Damon stood up, radiating a terrifying aura. "You shouldn't be pleading with me. You should be pleading with your wife. If you can't even control your own desires, how can you handle the Sumner Group?" With that, he didn't wait for Clark's reply and left.

Once Damon's figure disappeared completely from the doorway, Clark felt the pressure on him disappear. In just two minutes, he had broken out in a cold sweat!

But why would Damon suddenly be concerned about his affairs?

Before Clark could make sense of it, his phone in his pocket suddenly rang. Seeing his mother's name, he

blinked.

As soon as he answered, an angry voice echoed. "Clark, come to my place right now!"

There was a pause before she added, "Don't bring Nyla. Your secretary is here with me."

At these words, Clark instantly understood. Jordyn must have told his mother, Cindy Sharrock, about the pregnancy. Otherwise, Cindy wouldn't be this angry.

"I'm coming over immediately." His voice was cold and subdued, struggling to suppress the anger he felt.