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."

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

pleading would

He turned to leave.

look at him as he walked away. His gaze returned to his documents, his expression as indifferent as

intervene to destroy the Preston Group, but if it came to the brink of bankruptcy, he would subtly

a fragile state-not thriving, but not crumbling-so Nathaniel's focus would remain

strong, Nathaniel would undoubtedly find a way to exact revenge on Damon and

didn't want either

why the Preston Group had to stay in limbo-neither rising nor falling. It was the only outcome

...

anger, Nathaniel bypassed the company,

the Preston residence, the dim lighting

a corner, bruised

basement door creaked

her eyes darting

entered, his cold face half-shadowed, his presence

panic rising. "Don't come closer... Please, don't

his mouth loosened, and a cruel, chilling smile spread