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

Chapter 1120 "Exactly, Mr. Sumner, please help us out!" Damon's expression remained indifferent while facing the hopeful gazes of the group. "I can help you, but tell me what can you offer in return?" He wasn't a philanthropist, and given these people had previously worked against Prospectus Technology, there was no way he would let them off easily. "Mr. Sumner, whatever you ask-if we can do it, we will!" The others echoed in agreement, desperate to save their businesses. Damon nodded. "Alright, I have only one condition-join me in taking down Drake." Relief washed over the group.

Some even looked incredulous. Was that really his only condition? After all, even if Damon hadn't explicitly asked, they'd likely side with him against Drake once their companies were back on their feet. The humiliation Drake had subjected them to was a bitter pill none of them were willing to swallow. "Mr. Sumner, that's it? That's all you're asking?" Damon turned his cold gaze to the man who spoke. "Yes. But let me make this clear -I don't give second chances, let alone thirds. If any of you betray me, I guarantee your companies will be bankrupt within three days." The group's faces paled.

They knew Damon now controlled their key partnerships, and with that leverage, he could crush their businesses effortlessly. "Don't worry, Mr. Sumner. We'll stand by you against Drake." "Exactly! Drake's made fools of us all-we won't let him get away with it!" "As long as you save our companies, we're at your service." Damon nodded. "Good. I hope you remember the promises you made today." Two hours later, the group left the office, their faces alight with satisfaction, clutching newly signed contracts.

Although they had sacrificed a portion of their profits, keeping their businesses afloat was all that mattered now. Spencer organized the contracts and filed them away before knocking and entering Damon's office "Mr. Sumner, should we stop monitoring the others now that the contracts are signed?" "No, keep the surveillance. A signed contract means nothing on its own. Some of them may still harbor intentions and try to work with Drake in secret, Damon instructed "Understood. I'll make sure the monitoring continues," Spencer replied. "Good. Carry on," Damon dismissed.

At 1:50 p.m., Nyla's car pulled up to the agreed-upon restaurant. As soon as she stepped out, Alexander, seated by the window, turned to Emerald. "Aunt Emerald, that's Nyla. Doesn't she look just like you did when you were younger?" Alexander had seen photos of Emerald in her youth. The resemblance between her and Nyla was striking-at least 70-80%. Among Emerald's three children, Nyla bore the closest resemblance to her. "Mm," Emerald hummed flatly, her expression devoid of emotion. To her, Nyla's resemblance or lack thereof-was irrelevant. What mattered was taking her back to Meristate.

"I called my dad the other day," Alexander said, "He said Nyla's personality is almost identical to yours when you were younger. He said you're definitely mother and daughter." Emerald turned to him, her voice icy. "If you're trying to make me feel more maternal before the meeting, you can stop now." "Aunt Emerald, I just hope this meeting doesn't turn hostile," Alexander replied. Emerald's expression remained cold. "That depends on her attitude." Alexander sighed inwardly. Given Emerald and Nyla's personalities, it was hard to imagine the meeting going smoothly.