Trading My Ex for His Uncle



Gabriel took the document, skimmed its contents, and his face darkened.

"What is it?" Tom asked.

Gabriel tossed the document onto the table with a cold laugh. "Nothing important. Damon's just trying to catch me off guard." The document contained evidence of Nyce Tech hiring paid posters to smear Prospectus Technology, but Gabriel wasn't worried. Soon enough, those allegations would become the truth.

Tom glanced at the papers and grinned. "As long as it's not a big problem. Anyway, I should get going."

"Fine, but don't forget your part in this," Gabriel said pointedly.

There was a cold glint in Tom's eyes, though his smile remained. "Relax. I won't let you handle Prospectus Technology alone."

After Tom left, Gabriel drained his wine in one gulp.

As he prepared to head to his study, a maid approached with a concerned expression.

"Mr. Hackett, Mr. Wilhelm still refuses to eat," the maid informed him.

Gabriel had brought Wilhelm straight back to the villa instead of letting him visit Jane since he had been disobedient. Wilhelm had locked himself in his room, refusing food in protest.

"If he won't eat, let him starve," Gabriel said coldly.

A child skipping a meal or two wouldn't hurt him.

Damon didn't return home that night.

Nyla, accustomed to sharing a bed with him, found herself tossing and turning in the empty space.noveldrama

The next morning, after freshening up, she went downstairs and asked Lydia to pack two breakfasts. She was determined to take food to Damon at work.

"Got it, Ms. Kinsey," Lydia said, quickly preparing the meals.

She hesitated when she noticed Nyla's slightly puffy eyes. "Ms. Kinsey, did you not sleep well last night?"

"Not really Nyla replied. "I'm

heading to the office now. When et

Buddy wakes up, let him know m out and that he should entertain himself today."

"Understood," Lydia said.

Nyla arrived at Prospectus Technology around 8:00 a.m.

Taking the elevator straight to the top floor, she stepped out into a scene of focused

chaos-secretaries were on calls or making copies, all wearing tense expressions.

Spencer was busy checking materials but quickly set them aside when he noticed her. "Ms. Kinsey, what brings you here?" "Damon didn't come home last night. I figured he probably hasn't eaten, so I brought him breakfast," Nyla explained.

Spencer sighed. "Mr. Sumner's been working nonstop since last night. He hasn't even had a sip of water, let alone breakfast."

Noticing the dark circles under Spencer's eyes, Nyla frowned. "Has everyone been working all night?"

"Pretty much. No one has time to rest with the chip issue ongoing. But at least the rest of us have managed

to sneak in short naps. Mr. Sumner hasn't slept at all," Spencer replied.

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"Where is he now? Still in his office?" Nyla asked.

Spencer shook his head. "No, he's in a meeting. It should be wrapping up soon. You can wait for him in his office." "Alright," Nyla said, heading inside.

She waited on the couch for a while until the door finally opened.

Hearing footsteps, she turned and smiled. "Damon, you're done with the meeting?"

Damon looked surprised to see her. "What are you doing here?"

"I figured you didn't have time for breakfast, so I brought it for you," she said, holding up the neatly packed meals.