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

Chapter 1097 Tom wondered if he had just gone from being Drake's lackey to Damon's errand boy. He sighed and summoned his secretary. Less than an hour later, the investigation was complete. "Mr. Genge, the Watson Group hasn't signed any major contracts recently. However, they've been in contact with Mr. Mummery," Tom's secretary reported. Tom sneered. "I see. That'll be all." After the secretary left, Tom immediately informed Damon. "The Watson Group has been meeting with Drake. Looks like they're working together now. Be careful." "Got it," Damon answered.

Hanging up, Damon placed his phone on the desk, his expression darkening as he thought things through. Drake's intentions were clear, and he was beginning to make moves against Prospectus Technology. As for Alexander, it was only a matter of time before he acted as well. The more Damon considered the situation, the darker his expression grew. Taking a deep breath, he called Spencer back into the office. "Spencer, how long have you been working with me?" "Nearly ten years, Mr. Sumner," Spencer replied. "Has it really been that long? Time flies." Damon nodded thoughtfully.

"I need you to take care of something for me-discreetly. You're the only one I can trust." ... That evening, Damon returned to his villa. As he stepped into the living room, the coldness in his demeanor melted away. Nyla was arranging flowers. Hearing his footsteps, she turned and smiled. "You're back." "Yeah," he replied. "Come sit down-I have something to tell you," Nyla said. "I have something to tell you too." "Then let me go first," Nyla said, her eyes sparkling. "You can go after me." "Alright," Damon said. "Close your eyes first," she said with a playful smile. He obeyed.

Moments later, he heard her footsteps retreating, then returning, stopping beside him. "Can I open them now?" he asked. "Yes," she replied. When Damon opened his eyes, he saw a pair of matching rings held out to him. He froze. Nyla smiled. "I saw these rings while shopping and thought they'd make perfect wedding bands. I was waiting for you to propose, but since you haven't, I figured I'd take matters into my own hands." "Nyla..." Damon looked up at her, his eyes reddening.

"To be honest, lied this morning about wanting a grand proposal," she said, her voice soft and warm "After everything we've been through-our misunderstandings, our years apart I realized I don't need anything extravagant. As long as we're together, that's all that matters to me." Damon lowered his gaze. "I'm sorry for everything I put you and Buddy through." If he hadn't been so indecisive in the past, torn between Rebecca and Nyla, he wouldn't have given Rebecca the chance to hurt Nyla.

Even now, after they had reconciled, he couldn't protect her and Mason from the dangers closing in on them. "None of that matters anymore," Nyla said, wrapping her arms around him. "As long as the three of us are together, I'm happy." Damon composed himself and said, "Nyla, there's something I need to tell you. I'm planning to send you and Buddy abroad." Nyla frowned. "What do you mean? Are you asking me and Buddy to leave with Alexander?" "No," Damen quickly clarified. "I want to send you somewhere safe, where neither Alexander nor Drake can fing you.

Once everything in Saintornia is settled, I'll come join you." "I'm not going!" she said firmly.