Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1046

After a brief moment of anger, Gabriel regained his composure, his gaze turning cold. "Damon, Mr. Westcott assured me he wouldn't partner with Prospectus Technology. Otherwise, he wouldn't have signed this contract with me. Stop lying."

Damon remained unfazed and spoke calmly. "Believe me or not, it makes no difference to me."

With that, he turned and continued into Tim's office with Spencer following close behind.

Gabriel stared at Damon's retreating back and instructed his secretary, "We're going back inside. I need to see for myself whether Damon or Tim is lying to me."

Trailing Damon, Gabriel stormed into Tim's office.

Seeing both men enter together, Tim raised an eyebrow in mild surprise. "Mr. Sumner, Mr. Hackett, what brings the two of you here together? Is there an issue with your contract as well, Mr. Hackett?"

The subtle emphasis on "as well" struck Gabriel like a ton of bricks. His expression darkened.

"Mr. Westcott, you assured me at the restaurant that you wouldn't collaborate with Prospectus Technology. How do you explain what Mr. Sumner just told me—that Prospectus Technology signed a deal with you this morning?" Gabriel demanded.

Tim arched his brow before offering a calm smile. "Oh, that's correct. Prospectus Technology's deal is unrelated to chip technology. It's a joint investment in electric vehicles.

"As I recall, you asked me not to partner with Prospectus Technology on chip-related projects at the restaurant. I kept my word, didn't I?"

It didn't take Gabriel long to realize Tim had played him—manipulating the situation with clever semantics.

"Mr. Westcott, your actions amount to deliberate misrepresentation. Purchasing Nyce Tech's latest chip technology at such a low price is borderline fraud. If you don't terminate your deal with Prospectus Technology, I'll take legal action," Gabriel growled, his voice low and filled with barely restrained anger.

His secretary hesitated before picking up the crumpled document and brushing off the dirt. "Mr. Hackett, what's our next step?"

"Head back to Saintornia," Gabriel spat.

This trip to Capitarnia had been an unmitigated disaster.

Not only had he gained nothing, but he had also suffered losses in the billions. The mere thought of it stoked his anger.

He swore to himself—one day, he would settle the score.