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.

an hour later, two men in black suits brought

sat on the sofa, his gaze

had never seen him like this before and was trembling with fear. Her voice quivered as she spoke. "Damon...

now is being with you back

pale, tears welling up in her eyes. "Damon... do you

you. I just find you disgusting,"

heart. She bit her lip hard, tasting blood

men in black forced Rebecca to sit opposite Damon, where a document lay on the

owe you nothing," Damon

I won't sign it!" she cried, shrinking back and shaking her head as tears continued to

don't ever use the favor you did

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falling countless times and getting

"Do you know what happened to people who drugged

only reason Rebecca

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the favor she had done for him. No matter how significant the favor was, using it as a shield for her repeated scheming