Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 989

Pedro slammed the table in frustration. "Everything he has comes from the Wilkies! What right does he have to be angry? A grown man relying on his wife to live—what a disgrace if word gets out!"

Seeing Pedro's reaction was exactly what she had expected, Jane quickly added, "Grandpa, I need to discuss the divorce with him first. Once that's settled, I can leave the country."

"What's there to discuss? Call him right now and tell him to come over!" Pedro snapped.

Jane's expression faltered as she replied, "He moved out a few days ago. Even if I call, he probably won't answer..."

"Call him!" Pedro insisted.

She sighed in defeat, pulled out her phone, and dialed Gabriel's number. She tried several times, but he didn't pick up.

Setting the phone down, she looked at Pedro. "Grandpa, he's ignoring my calls."

"I'll have someone track him down and drag him here," Pedro growled.

Seeing that Pedro was about to take action, Jane quickly intervened, "Grandpa, please don't get involved. The company is already dealing with so much. Let me handle this. Whether we divorce or not, I need time to resolve it."

"Are you sure you can handle this without tarnishing the company's reputation?" Pedro asked, his sharp gaze making it clear he doubted her.

For a moment, Jane froze.

She quickly realized that his concern wasn't about her personal troubles—it was entirely about the company's image.

Her heart sank. So, he really didn't care about her at all. All he cared about was the Wilkie Group.

"Don't worry, Grandpa. I'll take care of it quietly. No one will know," she promised.

Pedro remained silent for a moment before waving her off. "Fine. I'll give you one month. Within that time, either finalize the divorce or take him with you when you leave the country."

"Yes, Grandpa, I understand," Jane replied.

"Understood, sir," the lawyer replied.

After the lawyer left, Gabriel walked over to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of champagne, and poured himself a glass.

He swirled the glass gently, took a sip, and smirked.

Soon, he'd be free to pursue Nyla.

But first, he needed to get rid of Damon—the man standing in his way.

He picked up his phone, dialed Tom's number, and proposed, "Mr. Genge, I'm free now. Let's discuss that collaboration we talked about. How about we meet tonight?"

Tom sounded surprised on the other end. "Mr. Hackett, if I'm not mistaken, didn't you just sell that gaming company you've been working on for years? How are you in the mood to talk business now?"