Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1129

Drake smirked. "You really think I'd let her find out?"

Tom's face darkened. "Drake, so no matter what I do—whether I talk or stay silent—you never intended to let me or Valarie walk out of this alive, did you?"

"I've already told you, your survival depends on whether you tell me the truth. If you insist on lying and sealing your own fate, there's nothing I can do for you," Drake countered.

Tom clenched his fists at his sides, a deep sense of regret washing over him.

If only he hadn't accepted Drake's help in the first place, he wouldn't have ended up in this mess. Regret, however, was useless now.

If it were just him, he wouldn't care whether he lived or died. But now that Valarie had been dragged into this, it felt as though Drake had seized him by his weakest point.

Taking a deep breath, Tom was about to speak when the sound of approaching footsteps echoed from the doorway.

Everyone in the living room turned to look.

Damon strode in, flanked by more than a dozen men who quickly surrounded Drake and his group.

Drake's face darkened, while Tom's eyes lit up with relief.

"Mr. Sumner!" he called out.

He knew it—trusting Damon had been the right decision. He and Valarie were saved!

Damon didn't acknowledge him or respond. Instead, he walked straight over and sat down across from Drake.

"Mr. Mummery, this is Saintornia, not Meristate. You don't get to act out here," Damon said, his tone cold and sharp.

Drake leaned back, his posture relaxed. "Mr. Sumner, I've heard a lot about you. But this is strictly between Mr. Genge and me. I suggest you stay out of it, unless you want to get yourself into trouble."

"Mr. Genge is my friend. His business is my business. And while we're at it, let's not forget how you blocked my wife's car on the road recently. Shouldn't we settle that, too?" Damon retorted.