Trading My Ex for His Uncle



Seeing Damon's confident demeanor, clearly having a plan in mind, Brandon finally felt a sense of relief.C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

"Okay, I get it. But Clark and Uncle Cyrus have gone too far. They'll do anything to get their hands on the Sumner Group," he grumbled.

Damon remained indifferent, commenting, "It's not surprising. People will risk everything for money. If they don't bring me down, they'll never get the S Even though Damon was right, Brandon still believed that Cyrus and Clark were far too ruthless. If Clark hadn't cheated back

then, he wouldn't have been kicked out of the Sumner Group. Meanwhile, Brandon wouldn't have had the chance to become the company's CEO.

If one wanted something, one should work for it. Trying to take the easy way out would only lead to self-destruction.

After wrapping up their conversation, Brandon lingered for a little while longer before leaving.

Later, after putting Mason to bed, Nyla came downstairs to get some water.

Seeing only Damon sitting on the sofa, she looked a little surprised but greeted him before heading to the kitchen.

Damon's eyes

subconsciously followed her slender figure. She wore a light blue dress today, with a white ribbon tied around her waist. It perfectly accentuated her sl As she moved, the hem of her dress swayed like a blooming flower, making it hard for him to look away.

It wasn't until Nyla came out of the kitchen with a bottle of water that Damon quickly averted his gaze, pretending nothing had happened.

Nyla didn't notice his odd behavior and went back upstairs with the water.

Only after her footsteps faded on the second floor did Damon let out a sigh of relief. He couldn't understand why he had been so drawn to Nyla lately. Taking a deep breath to calm his restless thoughts, Damon got up and returned to his study to continue working.

After Brandon left the villa, he called Valarie on his way back.

Valarie had just finished her bath and was applying a face mask.

When she saw Brandon's name on her phone, she frowned, reluctant to answer.

Ever since they discussed a business collaboration five years ago, Brandon had claimed to have fallen for Valarie at first sight. He

had been pursuing hence.

ever since, much to her annoyance.

To be fair, Brandon was quite attractive-tall, over six feet, with handsome features. He was the kind of guy who turned heads on the street. However, Valarie

had no interest in dating someone younger. Brandon was six years her junior. While he still had time to play around, she was in her 30s and didn't war

future.

It wasn't until Brandon's call came through for the third time that Valarie finally picked up.

"Mr. Sumner, it's already very late. If this is a work matter, please contact me after 8:00 a.m. tomorrow. If it's personal, I don't think we have anything to Before Valarie could finish, Brandon interrupted her, "Valarie, guess who I saw at Uncle Damon's place today?"

At the mention of Damon, Valarie's expression darkened.

The memory of Nyla's accident five years ago resurfaced, and she felt her eyes welling up as she tried to suppress her anger.

“I don't know, and I'm not interested. Don't mention that man to me again!” she snapped.

If it hadn't been for Damon and Clark, Nyla wouldn't have...

7 saw Nyla. She didn't die, but she changed her name. She goes by Nyla Kinsey now," Brandon said.

As his words hung in the air, the

other end of the line went completely silent. Brandon would

have thought Valane had hung up if it weren't for the sound of rapid breathing.

After what felt like an eternity, Valarie's hoarse voice finally came through. “Brandon, do you think this is some kind of joke?"

She had spent the last five years trying to accept Nyla's death, and now Brandon was reopening that wound, forcing her to feel that despair all over ag