Trading My Ex for His Uncle by Hello Spring

Seeing Nyla's indifferent gaze, Damon realized that continuing the discussion tonight would be futile.

"Then get some rest. We'll talk again tomorrow," he said.

"There's no need to talk, Mr. Sumner. Please don't come back to disturb my peaceful life," Nyla replied coldly.

The chill, combined with a hint of disdain in Nyla's eyes, struck Damon like a heavy blow, leaving his face pale.

"Then I'll... leave for now. If you feel unwell, just call me," he offered.

Nyla did not respond. She simply walked to the door and opened it.

Damon pressed his lips together, standing in the living room for a moment before sighing and leaving.

After closing the door, Nyla leaned against it, exhaling softly as her emotions churned.

Downstairs, Damon's face was stormy with anger.

"Bring Rebecca to me!" he roared.

two men in black suits brought

sofa, his gaze cold

and was trembling with fear.

now is being

turned pale, tears welling up in her eyes. "Damon... do you really hate me that

hate you. I just find you

heart. She bit her lip hard, tasting

black forced Rebecca to sit opposite Damon, where a document lay

owe you nothing," Damon stated. Even without opening

shrinking back and shaking her head as tears

it. If you don't, don't ever use the favor

en

looking up at him. "Damon, I carried you down the mountain when you were unconscious, falling countless times and getting

know what happened to people who drugged me in the

reason

r

she had done for him. No matter how significant the favor was, using it as