Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Clark’s head snapped to the side from the slap, yet he laughed aloud. “Dad, you’re scared Grandpa will cut off your allowance if you upset him. But I’m n

Damon’s gaze hardened, his voice ice–cold as he addressed Cyrus, “What did Clark mean?”

Cyrus didn’t have time for Clark’s outbursts. He turned to Damon, his expression tense. “Damon, I don’t know anything. Clark hasn’t been right in the hea

If Richard discovered they had leaked information about Damon’s hypnosis, they would be in serious trouble– he’d cut off their allowances, and that would be the end of them.

Damon’s face grew even colder. “Cyrus, I think I can determine for myself whether he’s in his right mind.”

Cyrus sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “Damon, stop asking. I really don’t know anything.”

Damon sneered. “Fine. If you won’t tell me, I’ll ask Dad myself!”

Without another word, Damon turned and walked away.

As Damon strode off, Clark tried to get into the car, but Cyrus called for someone to stop him. “Clark, I can’t let you go back to the country. It’s for your own good.”

Clark prepared to struggle, but with a quick signal from Cyrus, one of the men behind him struck Clark at the base of his neck. He crumpled, unconscious, to the ground.

Leaving the villa, Damon immediately instructed Luca to book a flight home. Since neither Cyrus nor Clark would talk, he would have to confront Richard directly.

Nyla was on her way to the lab when she received a call from Oliver, inviting her to lunch.

She checked her schedule and decided to accept, seeing that none of her experiments were time-

sensitive.

At noon, she arrived at the restaurant right on time. As she sat down across from Oliver, he handed her

the menu.

“Take a look and see what you’d like,” he said.

With a smile, Nyla accepted the menu and asked, “Why did you suddenly want to have lunch with me today?”

Knowing she had experiments to conduct, Oliver typically scheduled their meals for dinner.

“I have something urgent to ask you,” he replied.

“What is it?” Nyla asked. When she looked up and met his serious gaze, she momentarily froze.

“There’s a resort project with the Keithstone Group that the Raynor Group originally didn’t qualify for. But yesterday, Ms. Keith’s secretary contacted us, s on the condition that I return as the CEO of the Raynor Group,” Oliver explained.

Nyla raised an eyebrow. “So you’re back at the Raynor Group now?”

Oliver nodded. “Yes, thanks to you. But Ms. Keith wouldn’t agree so easily on such a major project. Did you strike some sort of deal with her?”

Nyla noticed the worry in his eyes, which warmed her heart.

“You don’t need to worry. There’s no deal involved. At an event some time ago, Ms. Keith fainted from low blood sugar, and I helped her. She said I could a condition,” she replied. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

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