Trading My Ex for His Uncle by Hello Spring

They hadn't been contacted in recent years, and boredom was beginning to set in.

The man removed his sunglasses, revealing bright, lively eyes that outshone all the women present. He replied, "Mm, get ready to work."

At his words, the partying crowd dropped their wine and champagne glasses and rushed into the manor.

There had originally been four rooms on the left side of the manor's second floor. Now, they were all connected to a long room with over a dozen computers set up.

The group quickly seated themselves in front of their computers, powered them on, and turned to look at the man who entered last.

The man powered on his own computer and announced, his expression unreadable, "I'm sending your tasks now."

Soon, a file appeared on the group's computers. As they reviewed the contents, the room filled with the sounds of typing and clicking.

...

When Nyla and Damon returned home after shopping, the cleaning lady had already left.

kitchen, Nyla began preparing dinner, while Damon offered to help. "Nyla, let me lend a

him some vegetables and instructed,

"Sure," Damon replied.

placed it in the sink, and began washing the greens. Together, they quickly made a

call Harrison

table, a complex emotion crossed his face. His daughter, who once couldn't cook anything, had now prepared a full

somber expression, Nyla handed him a plate and said,

had a tough time these past

cold and distant for the past five years. Just thinking about it caused a sharp pain in

"It's all in the past. There's no need to bring it up." Regret flashed in Harrison's eyes, and he felt even more

on his plate and calmly reassured him, "Don'tz dwell on it. I don't blame you anymore. If

wouldn't be

in her life, she could care for him while also

needed to move forward. If one constantly wallowed in self-pity and blamed the world, life would only become more twisted and