Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Fred’s expression stiffened. He quickly said, “Mr. Sumner, this was entirely Mr. Raynor’s decision. By the time I found out, it was too late. Otherwise, I would have stopped him.

*Moreover, the Raynor Group has suffered significant losses this time, and many shareholders are secretly trying to remove Mr. Raynor from the CEO po

Damon remained expressionless, seemingly uninterested. “That doesn’t concern me.”

Fred carefully observed Damon’s face, hoping to glean something from his expression, but found nothing.

The rumors about Damon being cunning seemed accurate–dealing with him required caution.

Realizing he needed to take a risk, Fred steeled himself and said, “Mr. Sumner, I

know your bo

you have

grievances with Mr. Raynor. I can help you deal with him.”

Damon chuckled, but his eyes were devoid of warmth. “Help me?”

Fred’s face turned a shade paler, but thinking of his objective, he pressed, “It could be mutually beneficial. I want the CEO position at the Raynor Group.

Damon raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t know you were so ambitious, Mr. Burridge. But even without you, I can handle the Raynor Group. I have no need or r

Fred was taken aback by the rejection. “Mr. Sumner, when Prospectus Technology first entered Capitarnia, Mr. Raynor made things difficult for you. Don’t you want to retaliate?”

“How I choose to act is my business. Before you use someone else as a pawn, you’d better assess your own capabilities,” Damon warned.

Under Damon’s cold stare, Fred felt as if all his intentions had been seen through. He quickly averted his gaze not daring to meet Damon’s eyes. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Heed to defend himself, “What do you mean? I would never use you that way!”

Damon was done with the conversation. “I’ll pretend you never came today. Spencer, please see Mr. Burridge out.”

Spencer stepped forward, saying quietly, “Mr. Burridge, this way.”

Gritting his teeth, Fred insisted, “Mr. Sumner, I can offer you 5% of the Raynor Group’s shares if you help me deal with Oliver!”

Damon put down the documents he was holding and looked up at Fred with a smile. “So, you do understand after all. It seems you were just pretending

Fred silently ground his teeth, feeling resentful. Damon was doing this on purpose!

However, the thought that Damon’s help could make him CEO of the Raynor Group pushed him to suppress his dissatisfaction.

“Mr. Sumner, can we discuss the specifics of the plan now?” Fred asked.

In the following days, Nyla noticed that every time she messaged Oliver, he took a long time to reply.

Concerned, she reached out to a friend at the Raynor Group and discovered that Oliver had been facing significant pressure from shareholders.

Previously, he had invested hundreds of millions of his own money to compete with Prospectus Technology for the suburban amusement park project, b

The shareholders were furious, demanding that he find a way to recover the losses. He had even made a public promise to resign if he couldn’t resolve

It was no wonder he took so long to reply to her messages lately, and his responses were always weary. Knowing he was under so much pressure beca

After much hesitation, Nyla finally made a call.

Half an hour later, she walked into a high–end cafe.

At a table by the window sat a woman nearing 50. With her neat short hair and white suit, she bore the wrinkles of age gracefully, and her serene smile f