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

Chapter 892 Seeing the message, Nyla was speechless. Nyla: [Not tonight, I have to work tomorrow!] Damon: [Just once tonight.] Nyla: [One time is still not happening. You can sleep in the guest room tonight.] In the CEO office of Prospectus Technology... Damon couldn't help but smile when he read Nyla's reply. He could already picture her embarrassed and annoyed expression. She was probably glaring at her phone screen, her brows furrowed, with her ears turning red. Remembering how exhausted she had been the previous night, he decided to show some "mercy" and let her off the hook this time.

A smile still tugged at his lips as he typed a response. At that moment, Charlotte knocked and entered with a contract. When she saw Damon's smile, she paused in her steps. "Uncle Damon, what are you looking at? You look happy," she asked. Damon flipped his phone face down on the desk, his expression turning cold as he looked up at her. "No deal. I'm not interested in your project." Charlotte sat down across from him, raising an eyebrow. "But you haven't even seen my proposal. How can you say that?" "I don't need to see it. Find someone else to work with," Damon replied.

Damon was Charlotte's uncle, but in business, he showed no mercy. Although Charlotte was used to his bluntness, she still felt a bit hurt. "Uncle Damon, you're my family. I promise, if you work with me just this once, I'll never bother you again," she vowed. Damon's gaze turned even colder. "I've already said it no deal. Go back." The smile faded from Charlotte's face, replaced by a pout. "I helped you with Mr. Jayston. You can't just forget that." "You were paid for that," Damon replied, his voice icy.

"Stop being greedy." If Charlotte's project hadn't involved the Genge Group, he might have considered it. But now, he wasn't about to give Tom any opportunity to undermine Prospectus Technology. Seeing Damon's cold demeanor, Charlotte felt a surge of frustration, but her fear of his unyielding expression kept her from speaking further. "Fine, forget it," she muttered, standing up and leaving. As she opened the door, Damon's cold voice echoed from behind her. "I suggest you stay away from Tom. If you don't, you won't even know what's coming." Charlotte grabbed the door handle, frustrated.

"You won't help me with a project, so who I associate with is none of your business!" Damon watched her leave without saying another word. After all, Charlotte was an adult now, with her own company. She had to be responsible for her actions. Whatever decisions she made, she would have to bear the Consequences. Once outside Prospectus Technology, Charlotte glanced at the contract in her hand, her anger flaring. She tossed it into a nearby trash can. She had assumed Damon would help her, as family. She had been wrong.

In his eyes, everything was about business, and she was just another transaction. Since he wouldn't help her, she would have to cooperate with the Genge Group for the sake of her company. In the evening, Damon came home with Mason. Noticing his unusually serious expression, Nyla walked over and asked, "What's wrong? Did something happen at work?" "It's nothing. Don't worry," Damon reassured her. "You look like something's bothering you. How can I not worry? Don't stress too much. Take it slow there's always more work to de Nyla comforted him.

Damon nodded, his eyes softening as he looked at her. "Mm." After dinner, Damon headed straight to the study.