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

Chapter 924 Damon didn't waste words on Jane. Instead, he gave a subtle nod to the staff member trailing behind him. The staff member walked up to the stage and plugged a USB drive into the nearby laptop. Moments later, a video began playing on the big screen. In the blind spot of the surveillance cameras, Jane was seen handing a bank card to a staff member in uniform. "There's 30,000 dollars on this card. Go open Prospectus Technology's bidding file. Once you're done, I'll transfer another 30,000 dollars," she said. The staff member hesitated for a moment, then took the card. "Fine.

But if you don't keep your word, I'll expose what you've made me do," he replied, turning to walk away. As the video played, Jane's face drained of color. She shook her head in disbelief, muttering, "No... No way! This can't be real. That was a blind spot for the cameras-how could there be footage?" Damon's gaze was cold as he said, "The surveillance speaks for itself, Ms. Wilkie. Denying it now is pointless. The police will be here soon. Save your excuses for them." Jane felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. If the police got involved, she would be finished.

She glanced at Damon and quickly moved toward him, stopping a few paces away, her eyes filled with desperation under his cold, unforgiving stare. "Mr. Sumner, I know I was wrong. Please, I'm begging you-let me off this time. I'll withdraw from the project and give it to Prospectus Technology. Just..... please don't take this any further," she pleaded. Damon's expression didn't change. "Withdraw? Ms. Wilkie, let me remind you that if you hadn't sabotaged Prospectus Technology's bid, your company wouldn't have a clear shot at winning the project.

And projects like this aren't something you can just 'give away' on a whim." Jane's face went ashen, and her body trembled, as if she might collapse any moment. The murmurs of disdain from the crowd grew louder, crashing over her like a tidal wave. "So, the Wilkie Group is resorting to such underhanded tactics now? Seems like they're in real trouble." "Our company was considering a partnership with the Wilkie Group, but after this? Forget it. Who knows when they'll pull something shady on us?" "Honestly, I don't know what Mr.

Wilkie was thinking-grooming his granddaughter for leadership instead of his grandson." "Women in power? This is exactly what happens-scheming and backstabbing." At that last comment, Nyla frowned and turned her cold gaze on the speaker. The man, uneasy under her stare, asked, "Ms. Kinsey, do you need something?" "I don't appreciate your generalization," Nyla replied sharply. "You're saying women are all about scherming and backstabbing? Don't men do the same?

If anything, they're often worse-petty and treacherous." Although Nyla despised Jane's actions, she wasn't about to let anyone use this incident as an excuse to demean women as a whole. The man's expression darkened, but he bit back his anger, knowing better than to argue in Damon's presence. "Ms. Kinsey, as a gentleman, I won't argue with a lady People might say I'm bullying you." Nyla chuckled. "Oh, please. Are you worried about that, or are you just scared of offending Damon?" The man froze, his anger palpable but restrained.

He leered at Nyla but said nothing further, her words clearly striking a nerve. Standing nearby, Gabriel watched the exchange with raised eyebrows. He recognized the man as Bernard Trenholm, the deputy manager of Cobalt Hawk, known for holding grudges.