Trading My Ex for His Uncle by Hello Spring

Chapter 908

Nathaniel could no longer seek revenge. Instead, he was here, begging Damon for help. His heart simmered with indignation and resentment. Like Rebecca, he loathed Damon.

If it weren't for Damon, neither he nor Rebecca would have had to torment each other, and the Preston Group wouldn't have ended up in its current state.

However, he knew well that he lacked the power to confront Damon. His only option was to ask for his help.

Damon's indifferent gaze never wavered. He was unmoved, not a hint of empathy in his eyes. From the moment Nathaniel chose to assist Rebecca in scheming against Nyla, they were no longer friends. "Back when you were helping Rebecca, you didn't seem to remember our friendship," Damon remarked coldly.

Nathaniel stiffened, his face draining of color.

"D-Damon, I've regretted every day for the past five years. I was deceived by Rebecca, and by the time I realized the truth, it was too late..." Nathaniel stammered.

"You don't regret it," Damon retorted. "You just realized you can't bear the consequences."

Nathaniel's face darkened, but he forced himself to meet Damon's gaze. "No matter what, I've already paid the price for my actions over these five years.

"Damon, I'm not asking for us to return to what we were. I'm just begging you please spare the Preston Group and give me a chance."

the Preston Group, but I won't help it either,"

too well, and pleading would be in vain. "Alright, I

He turned to leave.

bother to look at him as he walked away. His gaze returned to

to the brink of bankruptcy, he would subtly step in to prevent its

company had to remain in a fragile state-not thriving, but not crumbling-so Nathaniel's focus

too strong, Nathaniel would undoubtedly find a way to exact revenge on Damon and Prospectus Technology. If

didn't want either

the Preston Group had to stay in limbo-neither rising nor falling. It was the only outcome that served Damon's

...

bypassed the company, storming straight

the basement of the Preston residence,

in a corner,

the basement door

eyes darting up in

his cold face half-shadowed,

rising. "Don't come closer... Please, don't come closer... I beg you, spare

to amuse Nathaniel. The tension around his mouth loosened, and a cruel, chilling smile