Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1130

"I'm sorry. I promise this won't happen again," Tom assured.

Valarie removed the rope from around her and looked coldly at him. "Tom, your assurance means nothing to me, and I don't want to hear it. I just hope this is the last time I ever see you."

With that, she turned and started to leave.

Tom hurried to block her path. "Valarie, I didn't want this to happen either. I'll assign someone to protect you—"

She cut him off sharply, "Enough! I don't need your protection. If you have time to worry about me, use it to clean up your mess so you stop dragging others down!"

She spat the words with contempt, then stormed off without sparing him another glance.

Tom moved to chase after her, but Damon stopped him.

"You're in no position to chase her. Even if you catch up, it won't change anything," Damon said.

Tom froze in place, watching helplessly as Valarie disappeared.

Seeing his pale face, Damon frowned. "She's gone. My men will escort you to safety and ensure Drake doesn't find you again."

Tom lowered his head. "That won't be necessary."

"What do you mean?" Damon asked.

"I'm done running," Tom replied.

Drake had found him once, and he would undoubtedly find him again.

His influence in Saintornia was far greater than Tom had anticipated. And if he fled, who knew what Drake might do to Valarie?

He wasn't going to run anymore. He would stay and fight Drake with Damon.

He lifted his head to meet Damon's gaze. "As long as Drake remains MK's vice CEO, there's nowhere I can hide. I'll stay and fight him with you."

He watched Damon's retreating figure, hesitating several times as though he wanted to call him back, but ultimately staying silent.

The evidence he held against Drake was his last card to play. He couldn't afford to reveal it just yet.

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When Damon returned to his villa, he found Nyla sitting on the couch, lost in thought.

Mason quietly worked on his homework nearby.

Changing into house slippers, Damon walked over to Nyla and sat beside her. "Nyla, what are you thinking about?"

Startled, Nyla turned toward him. "You're back? I'll let Lydia know to get dinner ready."

She started to stand, but Damon took her hand, stopping her. "What were you so deep in thought about just now?"