Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 400

If Damon hadn't fallen for Nyla, he would have remained with Rebecca for the following three months. With Nyla refusing to wait any longer, he didn't want to delay her either.

"I was wrong to promise you I'd be with you for the next three months as your boyfriend. If you have any other conditions, let me know. I'll do my best to meet them," Damon said.

"What else can you offer me besides money and a place to live? Not to mention, we used to be together, and I risked my life to save you. All I asked for was your company for three months. Is that really too much to ask?" Rebecca pressed.

Damon fell silent for a few seconds.

Under Rebecca's disbelieving gaze, he finally nodded. "Yes. Rebecca, I'll never forget what you did for me, but I can't repay it with feelings. I'm sorry."

Continuing to be with Rebecca would only hurt Nyla more and drive her further away. Damon couldn't imagine life without Nyla.

Rebecca smiled self-deprecatingly, tears streaming down her face. "Damon, I really misjudged you. If I could, I wish I'd never met you."

With that, she picked up her bag and turned to leave.

As she exited the room, her anger and frustration burned fiercely. She could not let Nyla be with Damon!

Since Damon was ready to abandon her, she wouldn't hold back either!

Pulling out her phone, she called Nathaniel. "Nathaniel, didn't you want to be with me? I can be with you, but before that happens, you need to help me get rid of Nyla!"

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After Rebecca left, Damon headed back to the company.

Spencer came over to report on the morning's trending topic involving Damon and Nyla. "Mr. Sumner, as expected, someone was stirring up trouble this morning..."

"Who did it?" Damon's eyes were icy.

"It was... It was Mr. Clark..." Spencer answered.

"Don't understand? Then you can stay here and think until you do," Damon said.

Clark frowned, his tone growing more serious. "The shareholders are waiting for me to continue the meeting. If you have something to say, just say it. I don't have time for games."

Ignoring him, Damon picked up some documents from his desk and began to read.

Clark's anger flared up again due to Damon's nonchalance. He turned to leave, only to be stopped by two men in black.

These men were trained professionals and had handled him easily back in the conference room. There was no way he could fight back.

Clark spun around, stormed up to Damon's desk, and slammed his hands down, veins bulging on his forehead in frustration.

"What do you want?" he demanded.

Damon looked up slowly, his calm demeanor unchanged.