Trading My Ex for His Uncle



Damon nodded. "Got it. Have the PR department continue contacting major media outlets to remove any negative commentary about Prospectus Technology. We can't let this situation escalate further."

In the business world, public opinion could be lethal.

Most people were naturally inclined to follow the crowd. Without knowing the full picture, they could easily be misled.

If the narrative that Prospectus Technology's chips were faulty spread too far, restoring their reputation later would require monumental resources. It was critical to stop this from snowballing now.

"Understood, Mr. Sumner. By the way, how's the deal in Capitarnia coming along?" someone asked.

Upon hearing that, Damon's previously tense expression relaxed slightly. "Progress is decent. Barring any unforeseen issues, we should be able to sign the contract in a couple of days."

The group on the call let out a collective sigh of relief.

Once the deal was signed, Prospectus Technology would recover some of its losses and buy time to identify the real cause of the Longbow Company machine failures.noveldrama

Prospectus Technology's chips had undergone rigorous testing before hitting the market, so they remained confident in their product's quality. After the meeting ended, Damon rubbed his temples, visibly exhausted.

The past few days had been nonstop-client meetings, travel, and late-night work sessions. With three to four hours of sleep a night, his body was nearing its limit.

Noticing the dark circles under Damon's eyes, Spencer spoke up. "Mr. Sumner, how about skipping the paperwork tonight and getting some rest?" Damon shook his head. "No, I'll rest after the contract is signed."

Seeing his determination, Spencer sighed and placed a stack of documents on the desk. "I'll go get you a coffee."

"Thanks," Damon replied.

It was well past midnight when Damon finally finished the paperwork.

He picked up his phone and noticed a message from Nyla. His eyes softened for a moment before his expression turned serious again.

Exiting the chat window, he sent a message to Brandon.

Damon: [Did Nyla accept what I asked you to deliver to her?]

Although it was late, Brandon was still awake and replied quickly.

Brandon: [Yes, she accepted it. Come on, Uncle Damon, you should trust me by now. But seriously, is Prospectus Technology's situation as bad as it seems?]

Damon stared at the message for a moment before typing his reply.

Damon: [Yes, it's serious. Gabriel and Tom are both adding fuel to the fire. If this isn't handled properly, Prospectus Technology could face major setbacks or even bankruptcy.]

The typing indicator appeared immediately.

After a pause, Brandon responded.

Brandon: [Uncle Damon, if you need anything, just let me know.]

Damon set down his phone and gazed out into the dark night. This winter was proving harsher than he had anticipated.

...

At 4:00 a.m., a plane from Saintornia landed in Capitarnia.

Gabriel stepped out of the airport with his secretary and headed straight to his hotel.

On the way, the secretary handed him a folder. "Mr. Hackett, here's the dossier on Mr. Westcott from the Westcott Group." Gabriel flipped through the file.

Tim Westcott, originally an illegitimate son of the previous CEO of the Westcott Group, hadn't even been in line for succession.

However, his two legitimate older

brothers had removed themselves from the running-one pursued a career in medicine, and the

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had been involved in a car accident three years ago, leaving him

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unstable. That left the Westcott Group to Tim.

Upon taking over, Tim wasted no time asserting his dominance.

Within a month, he forced several veteran board members to step down.

Over the next three months, he

pressured dissenting shareholders to either sell their shares or

relinquish their decision-making

powerTim had solidified his control over the company in less than half a year.

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