Trading My Ex for His Uncle

"I don't need you to tell me what I should or shouldn't do," Damon said coldly, plunging the office into silence.

The tension between him and Clark was palpable as they stared each other down, neither willing to back off.

Sensing the intensity of the situation, Spencer quickly intervened, Mr. Clark, Mr. Damon has been dealing with the photo situation since this morning. Maybe you should head back for now."

Clark turned to Spencer, his tone icy. "Mr. Hogg, you've been with my uncle for a few years now. I hope you can talk some sense into him, remind him not to-"

"Clark!" Damon's voice cut through sharply, his eyes filled with a storm of anger. "Say one more word, and you can forget about staying as the Sumner Group's CEO."

Clark's hands clenched tightly at his sides, feeling both humiliated and frustrated. He knew Damon had the power to oust him from his position.

He glared at Damon, enunciating each word, "I hope you know what you're doing, Uncle Damon."This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

With that, he turned and stormed out of the office.

Even after leaving Prospectus Technology, Clark couldn't shake off his ang....... He pulled out his phone to call Nyla. But knowing she wouldn't pick up if she saw it was him, he decided to drive over to her place

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Nyla had just finished breakfast and was putting on her shoes to head to work. As she opened the door, she was surprised to see Clark standing there with a cold expression.

"What are you-" she started, but Clark shoved the door open, grabbed her wrist, and pushed her against the wall.

"Nyla, I told you to stay away from my uncle. It seems you didn't take me seriously," he said.

He pinned her in place, his hand moving down her face, his eyes filled with a dangerous glint.

The image of Damon gazing at her with what looked like affection in that photo filled him with jealousy and rage, fueling his irrational

behavior.

His hand continued downward, hovering near her throat.

Nyla's neck was slender and delicate, seemingly easy to snap with just a bit of force.

Feeling Clark's gaze fixated on her neck, as if contemplating whether to strangle her, sent chills down Nyla's spine and made her skin prickle with goosebumps.

Clark was insane!

She shoved him away, gritting her teeth. "That photo is just a matter of perspective. We were talking at the time."

"Oh, really?" Clark, seemingly unbothered by her push, smiled mockingly. "Nyla, you know I can't go against my uncle. So you better behave and stay away from him, or I can't promise what I might do."

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His tone was gentle, but it sounded more like a threat to Nyla.

She took a deep breath, locking eyes with him. "Don't worry. I have no interest in him and will never fall in love with him."

All she wanted now was to gather evidence for a divorce from Clark and distance herself from the Sumners forever.

Clark scrutinized her, trying to gauge the sincerity of her words.

After a moment, he smiled slowly. "Nyla, I'll believe you this time. But if this happens again, I'll make sure you're properly punished." He emphasized the word "punished" with a chilling tone.