Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Lydia frowned. "Ms. Kinsey, you barely ate anything..."

Nyla shook her head. "I've had enough. I'm going upstairs to rest. Thank you." "Alright. Let me know if you get hungry later," Lydia reminded her.

"I will," Nyla replied.

After Nyla left, Lydia sighed and glanced at the table, still laden with dishes.

It wasn't just Nyla who had been eating poorly lately. Worrying about Damon's company had taken a toll on Lydia's appetite, too.

Upstairs in the bedroom, Nyla sat at her vanity, staring at her phone. She hesitated to tell Valarie about her marriage to Damon.

After a moment, she finally called her.

"Nyla, what's up?" Valarie answered.

"Valarie, I have something to tell you. Prepare yourself," Nyla warned.

Valarie sounded alarmed. "What is it? Good news or bad news?"

"Good news, I guess," Nyla replied.

"Okay, spill. I'm ready," Valarie said.

"I got married to Damon," Nyla announced.

"What?!" Valarie's voice shot up an octave. "Say that again! Are you serious?"

Nyla replied, "Of course I am."

"You're calling this 'good news'? This is monumental! Nyla, congratulations! When's the wedding?" Valarie exclaimed.

"We're not rushing a wedding right now. There's too much going on. We'll plan it once things settle down," Nyla explained.

After a moment of silence, Valarie said warmly, "Makes sense. Still,

congratulations. You two are going to be so happy together!"

"Thanks. When you and Brandon have time, come over for dinner," Nyla invited.

"Deal," Valarie said.

After hanging up, Nyla set her phone down and began thinking about her next steps.

With Damon's company in such a difficult position, she knew she had to find a way to help.

Damon returned to the office, where Spencer quickly approached him. "Mr. Sumner, I've called for a shareholders' meeting, but the ones planning to sell their shares didn't show up."

"Alright. Let's start the meeting anyway," Damon said, striding into the conference room, where a dozen shareholders sat with grim expressions.

The moment he entered, someone blurted out, "Mr. Sumner, you're finally here. Mr. Trull and Mr.

Jemison are determined to sell their

shares. We've tried everything to

convince them otherwise.noveldrama

If word of this got out, the company's stock price-already struggling would plummet even further.

Damon's expression was cold as he sat down.

Looking around the room, he began, "I've been briefed on the situation. Prospectus Technology is indeed

facing a crisis. I understand that ne

some of you feel uneasy and want to sell your shares to cut your losses.

"I know some of you have been with Prospectus Technology since its inception, helping the company grow to where it is today, and that's why you choose to stay.

"Others joined later and may not have the same attachment, so you want to cut your losses and leave before it's too late. Whatever your reasons, I understand.

"I'm not here to force anyone to stay, because I'm not sure if Prospectus Technology will survive this time either. But to those who choose to stay, promise to do everything in my power to bring the company back on track," he declared.