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."

harm the Preston Group, but I won't help it either," Damon replied, his voice

helping him. He knew Damon's personality all too well, and pleading would be in vain. "Alright, I understand," Nathaniel said, his

He turned to leave.

to look at him as he walked away. His gaze

if it came to the brink of bankruptcy,

remain in a fragile state-not thriving,

the Preston Group grew too strong, Nathaniel would undoubtedly find a way to exact revenge on Damon and Prospectus Technology. If it went bankrupt and Nathaniel lost everything, his

want

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

...

with anger, Nathaniel bypassed the

the basement of the Preston residence, the dim lighting cast

huddled in a corner,

basement

eyes

face half-shadowed, his

Please,

desperate pleas only seemed to amuse Nathaniel. The tension around his mouth loosened, and a cruel, chilling smile spread across his