Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1118

Wren froze in disbelief. "Nyla, are you really this heartless? Even though your father and I divorced, you and Gabriel were siblings for years. Can you really stand to see his life destroyed?"

Taking a deep breath, Nyla locked eyes with her. "His life is ruined because he chose the wrong path. That has nothing to do with me. Please leave. Don't come back—I won't see you again."

With that, she shut the door and walked back to the living room.

Outside, Wren stared at the closed door, her face pale and her expression increasingly desperate.

Her phone buzzed in her bag.

When she answered, an impatient voice barked through the line. "Wren, where are you? Get to the courthouse now and finalize the divorce!"

Before she could respond, the caller hung up.

Still holding the phone, Wren stood there, dazed.

Why... Why had her life—and Gabriel's—fallen apart so suddenly?

…

Tom snorted when he heard about Gabriel's arrest. "Idiot!"

If Gabriel hadn't foolishly tried to abduct Nyla and Mason to flee abroad, he wouldn't have ended up in prison. It served him right.

The downside was that with Gabriel in prison, Nyce Tech would soon collapse, leaving Tom without a pawn. He needed to expedite finding a backup plan.

Upon thinking of Drake's ruthlessness, Tom's expression darkened.

After some contemplation, he made up his mind, took a deep breath, and instructed his butler to prepare the car.

An hour later, he entered Damon's office at Prospectus Technology.

"Don't worry. As long as you don't pull any tricks behind my back, I won't go after the Genge Group. And if Drake targets you, I'll help," Damon stated.

"Good. With your assurance, I'm relieved," Tom replied.

Feeling as though a weight had been lifted, Tom returned home, his spirits light.

Now, all he needed to do was figure out how to win back Valarie. As for Drake and his schemes, they were no longer his concern.

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As soon as Tom stepped into the living room, his good mood faltered. Something felt off.

His expression changed, and he turned to leave, but two men in black stood at the door, blocking his way.

The man standing by the window turned around slowly with a faint smile. "Tom, where have you been? I've been waiting for you."