Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Clark paused, frowning. "What do you mean?"

"Ask her, and you'll know," Nyla replied curtly, then walked past him without another word.

Clark immediately called Cindy. "Mom, did you go see Nyla today?"

Cindy, still smarting from her confrontation with Damon at the restaurant, sneered at his question. "She went to complain to you? Truly shameless!"

Clark's eyes flashed with anger. "Mom, I told you not to interfere in my matters with Nyla. Why didn't you

listen?"

"If I didn't do it for you, do you think I'd willingly go to see her? She's making a fuss about you having a woman on the side. Can't even manage a woman... Others would see you as a joke if they knew!" "This is our business. If you keep going to Nyla in secret, I won't care about Dad's affairs anymore."

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Clark didn't give her a chance to speak and hung up abruptly. He pocketed his phone, visibly frustrated.

He hadn't settled his affair, and now Cindy was causing trouble for Nyla. If he were Nyla, he wouldn't forgive him either.

After standing downstairs for a while, Clark finally went upstairs. He took a deep breath before he knocked on the door of Nyla's apartment.

Soon, Nyla's indifferent voice came from inside. "I don't want to see you today. Please leave."

A bitter feeling surged in Clark's heart. "Nyla, I didn't know about my mom seeing you. I just told her not to

interfere in our affairs.

"I just want to see you. Once I see you, I'll leave. Okay?"

He waited for a long time without hearing any response from inside. His heart sank. He knew very well that Nyla wouldn't open the door for him tonight. After lingering outside the door for a while, he turned and left.

In the car, Clark immediately called Michael. "Find out what my mom said to my wife today."

Just as he was about to hang up, he suddenly remembered that Damon had brought Nyla back earlier." Also, find out how Damon knows my wife."

Damon had a rebellious personality and did things according to his own wishes. When he was in a bad mood, he wouldn't even do Richard and Marie favors, let alone send someone unfamiliar home. Clark absentmindedly tapped his fingers on the steering wheel after he set his phone down.

If once was a coincidence for Damon, twice in a row couldn't be accidental.

Thinking of this, Clark glowered.

He had been with Nyla for eight years and knew very well that she was the type of woman men loved the

most-pure yet seductive, irresistible to men,

Even though he had strayed with Jordyn, it was only a momentary novelty, not genuine affection.

If Damon dared to covet his woman, he wouldn't let it go easily-even if Damon was his uncle.

Michael acted swiftly.

As soon as Clark returned home, a video was sent over. He clicked on it, and it showed surveillance footage of Cindy and Nyla at the restaurant earlier in the evening.

When Clark saw Cindy's assertive demeanor and the derogatory remarks she made to Nyla, his gaze turned icy.

It seemed he had been too lenient in what he had said to Cindy over the phone earlier. He knew Cindy didn't approve of Nyla. Still, he had always assumed that even if she wasn't satisfied, she would treat Nyla