Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1092

Jane could make a promise like this to obtain shares in Prospectus Technology, but who could guarantee she wouldn't go back on her word in the future for her own benefit?

Besides, Damon would never give her an opportunity to join Prospectus Technology.

Her expression changed again, clearly unprepared for Damon's blunt refusal.

Yet, if she kept the 10% shares of the Wilkie Group, she would gain nothing. Worse, Pedro might pressure her into giving them to Theo.

Rather than let the shares go to waste, she'd rather sell them.

"Mr. Sumner, can we reconsider? Even if it's just 0.5% of your shares, I'd be willing to accept that," she negotiated.

Damon remained unmoved. "Ms. Wilkie, please leave."

Jane studied his resolute expression and finally understood—acquiring shares in Prospectus Technology was no longer an option.

Taking a deep breath, she met his gaze directly. "Mr. Sumner, since you're unwilling to exchange shares, how about I sell you the 10% I own in the Wilkie Group?"

Damon set down the documents he'd been holding and raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her desperation.

He regarded her coolly. "Ms. Wilkie, I can buy your shares, but my offer is 7,000,000 dollars."

"What?!" Jane's voice rose with disbelief, her eyes widening. "Mr. Sumner, are you joking?"

Ten percent of the Wilkie Group's shares were worth tens of millions in the market. His offer was absurd.

Damon's expression didn't waver. "Ms. Wilkie, you heard me correctly—7,000,000 dollars. If that's unsatisfactory, you're welcome to leave. After all, you're the one looking to sell, not me looking to buy."

The Wilkie Group shares were of little value to him, and 7,000,000 dollars was, in his view, already a generous offer.

Jane's hands gripped the armrests of her wheelchair tightly, her knuckles white with frustration.

"Of course. Goodbye, Ms. Wilkie," Damon replied indifferently.

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After leaving Prospectus Technology, Jane immediately transferred the money to an overseas account before heading home.

When she reached the villa, Theo's car was parked outside. She sneered at the sight and wheeled herself inside.

Theo was on the sofa, his expression sour with impatience. He'd clearly been waiting for some time.

As soon as he saw her, he rose and approached. "Jane, what's it going to take for you to transfer the shares to me?"

Without shares, Theo had no influence. The other directors dismissed him as powerless, and he was desperate.

Jane met his gaze with an icy stare. "If you want the shares, bring the money."