Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 652

Nyla was frantic as she raised her voice. "I said don't worry about me! Buddy is what matters! Where is he? I'm going there right now!"

Damon fell into silence on the other end.

"Say something!" Nyla urged.

"It's dangerous. I'll go find Buddy myself. Just stay put until my people arrive and leave with them," Damon instructed.

Before Nyla could respond, he hung up.

…

Seeing Damon put his phone away, Spencer asked with concern, "Mr. Sumner, those people are armed. Shouldn't we involve the police?"

Damon's eyes were icy as he replied, "Those people are desperate. If the police get involved, they might lash out and harm Buddy. You stay here and keep me informed if anything happens. I'll head over first."

Spencer wanted to argue further but could see that Damon was unyielding. He simply reminded him, "Be careful!"

…

Clark, who had overheard the entire conversation, smirked.

Damon wouldn't tell Nyla where Mason was, probably because he was worried about those armed men.

Since Damon was going to go anyway, letting Nyla join would make things more interesting. It was just a pity she might end up dead.

As Clark contemplated how Nyla was never going to be with him anyway, he concluded that her dying was better than her being with Damon. If he couldn't have her, he would rather destroy her.

"Nyla, don't you want to know where Buddy is? I'll tell you," he said.

…

Soon, Damon's men burst into Clark's villa.

Before long, a few of his men dragged a burly man over.

"Mr. Sumner, we found this fellow in the cafeteria, but he's tight-lipped and won't say a word," one of Damon's subordinates informed him.

Damon's gaze turned icy as he ordered, "Break his legs first."

As soon as the words left his mouth, the man let out a horrific scream. His face turned as pale as a sheet, large beads of cold sweat rolling down his forehead.

"Where are the others?" Damon demanded.

The man gritted his teeth, forcing a smirk. "Even if you kill me, I won't talk. Besides, you should consider what will happen to your son once they find him. Will he fare worse than me?"

Damon's eyes narrowed, and he replied slowly, "I'm not the only one with a son. If I remember correctly, you have a son in middle school overseas. If something happens to my son, do you think your son will live?"

The man's smile instantly froze, his face turning even paler than before.