Trading My Ex for His Uncle



Back in the car, Gabriel's expression was so dark it seemed he might explode.

"Mr. Hackett, I don't think Mr. Sumner is likely to collaborate with Nyce Tech. Should we approach Mr. Genge instead?" his secretary asked cautiously.

The secretary had doubted Damon would agree to meet with Gabriel from the start, and now it seemed his instincts were right.

Although Tim had deceived them, Nyce Tech's losses were still manageable. There was no urgent need to rely on Damon for assistance.

Gabriel shot him a cold glare. "What do you know?"

The secretary flinched under the stare and dared not speak again.

"If Damon refuses to meet me, start reaching out to Prospectus Technology's other shareholders. I don't believe they all blindly follow him," Gabriel instructed.

The secretary nodded. "Understood."

"Take me back to the office," Gabriel said curtly.

In Prospectus Technology's CEO office on the top floor...

Nyla had just finished setting out the dishes and called Damon over to eat.

"I'll join you as soon as I finish this email. You and Buddy go ahead," he replied.

Upon hearing this, Nyla didn't insist. Instead, she handed Mason a picture book from his bag and quietly browsed shopping apps while waiting. Ten minutes later, Damon finally joined them.

"I told you to start without me. Why did you wait?" he asked.

Nyla handed him a bowl of soup. "Buddy and I already ate at home. This is just for you."

Damon sipped the soup, savoring its rich flavor. His eyebrows lifted slightly. "Did you make this?"

The taste was distinctly different from what he was used to.

She nodded. "Yes, and I cooked the dishes too. Let me know if you like them. If you do, I can cook for you every day and bring them here." Damon shook his head. "That's too much work for you. I can have Spencer order food instead."

"Alright, that works too," Nyla agreed easily.

After finishing the soup, Damon looked at her. "By the way, did Gabriel bother you downstairs just now?"

"He stopped me to say some nonsense, but don't worry-I handled it," she replied.

"Good. If he bothers you again, just call me," Damon said firmly.

"Got it. Now, eat your dinner," she urged.

After the meal, Damon played with Mason for a while before Nyla took him home.

Gabriel had just returned to Nyce Tech when Tom approached him.

"Mr. Hackett, I've been working my butt off spreading rumors about Prospectus Technology's issues

with the Agihop 5th Gen, and you et

went to Capitarnia just to get played?" Tom's expression was cold, histone dripping with disdain.

He had expected Gabriel to be capable of going head-to-head with Prospectus Technology. Instead, Gabriel had made noise, gained

nothing, and ended up humiliated. noveldrama

UMS

Gabriel remained composed. "Why are you so anxious? I still have one card left to play. Prospectus Technology won't be able to hold out much longer."

Tom narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Gabriel as if assessing the credibility of his claim.

After a pause, he sneered. "And what card might that be?"

"That's confidential," Gabriel replied coolly. "I'm sure you understand."

Their partnership was purely transactional. Naturally, Gabriel wouldn't reveal his trump card.

Seeing Gabriel's unwavering

confidence, Tom smiled faintly.

"Fine. If you won't say, I won't press.

I came here to discuss our next steps in dealing with Prospectus Technology."