Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex Novel

Chapter 1036 Not long after Tom left, Gabriel's secretary rushed into the office, panic in his voice. "Mr. Hackett, I can't find where the money for Prospectus Technology came from. It's as if it just appeared out of nowhere. I-" "Get out!" Gabriel's bloodshot eyes and contorted face radiated fury, making him look terrifying. The secretary froze, then quickly turned and left, shutting the door behind him. It was over. With Prospectus Technology saved, Gabriel had lost his leverage over Damon. And with it, Gabriel's chance of being with Nyla was gone too. "Mr.

Sumner, with this new investment, the company will be back on track soon. I'll start reaching out to the employees who left. If any of them are willing to return, we can reinstate them right away," Spencer said with a smile in Damon's office. "Got it. Go ahead and handle it," Damon replied. "Understood!" Spencer chirped before exiting the room. Damon opened a file on his desk, but his thoughts kept wandering. He wasn't sure if using the money from Mason's bank card had been the right decision, but for now, it seemed like the only option. Taking a deep breath, he tried to shake off his doubts.

There was too much to do now that the company was operational again. That afternoon, several entrepreneurs who had previously terminated their contracts with Prospectus Technology visited the office, eager to reestablish partnerships. Others hesitated, waiting to see if the company would stabilize before making their move. Damon instructed Spencer to spread a clear message: any company willing to renew their partnership within three days would have their previous termination forgiven. Beyond that window, Prospectus Technology would refuse to work with them again.

Once the news spread, several hesitant companies sent representatives to negotiate immediately. Spencer frowned. "Mr. Sumner, when the company was in trouble, these people abandoned us without a second thought Why give them another chance now?" Damon remained composed. "Business is about profit. When there's no profit to be made, leaving is an understandable choice We can't expect others to lose money just to support us." If their roles had been reversed, Damon knew he would have likely made the same decision. "Fine." Spencer sighed, shaking his head.

"I guess that's why you're the CEO, and I'm just the secretary." ... Damon didn't return to the villa until late that night. Nyla, as always, was waiting for him. Seeing her sitting there, he frowned and approached her. "Nyla, if I come home this late, you don't need to wait up." "Alright," she said softly. "You've had a long day. Are you hungry? Want some late- night snacks?" Damon realized only then that he hadn't eaten dinner. "You go rest. I'll make pasta." "I made meatballs with Lydia earlier There are some fresh ones in the fridge. Let me cook those for you.

You go sit and relax," Nyla said, already heading for the kitchen. Damon followed her. "You don't have to. I can do it." Nyla turned on the stove, set a frying pan, and retrieved the meatballs from the fridge. "I'll just cook eight. Don't eat too much this late." Damon smiled, a flicker of tenderness crossing his face. "You really don't have to. I'll handle it." He reached for the meatballs, but Nyla quickly moved them out of his grasp. "I won't sleep if I leave this to you." She glanced at him. "By the way, how did things go at the company today?"