Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1031

Upon noticing Nyla's flushed cheeks, Damon's eyes darkened further.

"Nyla, need some help with your bath?" he asked, his voice low and enticing.

Nyla snapped out of her daze, quickly pushing him away. Her wary gaze made him look like some kind of dangerous predator.

"No need, I'll do it myself," she replied.

If she let him help, they might not come out of the bathroom for two hours.

Disappointment flickered in Damon's eyes. "You really don't need help?"

"Mm-hmm. Now go. If you have nothing to do, play with Buddy downstairs. I'm going to shower," Nyla said, grabbing her pajamas.

She darted into the bathroom as though something was chasing her, locking the door behind her with a sharp click.

Hearing the lock, Damon chuckled softly, shook his head, and left the bedroom.

Downstairs, Mason was playing with toys in the living room. He didn't even glance up at the sound of Damon's footsteps, already able to distinguish between Damon and Nyla's steps.

Just as Damon reached the sofa, his phone buzzed.

Glancing at the screen, he saw Spencer's name and answered.

"Mr. Sumner, we've got a problem. The batch of chips Prospectus Technology delivered last month has issues. The Longbow Company is preparing to sue us," Spencer reported.

Damon's brows knitted together. "What happened? What's wrong with the chips?"

"The Longbow Company tested them in their machines, and 90% of the machines suffered unexplained failures—they're completely unusable now.

"They claim it's our chips that caused the problem. The Longbow Company's client manager is already on their way to the office," Spencer explained.

Damon nodded. "Understood. Gather the shareholders and core members of the R&D department. We're meeting in an hour."

"Yes, sir," Spencer replied before leaving.

Damon composed himself and strode toward the meeting room.

When he opened the door, the Longbow Company's client manager, Jeffrey Hughson, turned toward him with a sharp glare.

"Mr. Sumner, our company has already suffered millions in losses because of Prospectus Technology's chips. How do you plan to address this?" Jeffrey demanded.

Damon took a seat across from him, his tone calm and measured. "Mr. Hughson, we regret the issues with your machines. I'll immediately assign a team from our R&D department to investigate.

"If the problem is indeed caused by Prospectus Technology's chips, we'll take full responsibility for all losses."

Jeffrey sneered. "Mr. Sumner, our machines work perfectly fine with other chips. But as soon as we use yours, they break down en masse. Are you trying to deny that your chips are faulty?"