Trading My Ex for His Uncle

The call connected almost instantly, and Damon's face appeared on the screen. Seeing Nyla, he smiled. "Nyla."

She immediately noticed he was at his office and frowned. "Isn't it the middle of the night in Saintornia? Why are you still at work?"

Damon pressed his lips together. "Something came up at the company. I promise I'll go home early tomorrow night."

Nyla's expression turned skeptical. "I don't believe you. I'm going to ask Lydia later if you've been eating properly."

"Nyla, I swear it's just a last-minute situation tonight. From tomorrow onward, I'II eat well and leave work on time. Okay?" His coaxing tone came through the phone, almost as if he were right beside her.

Despite that, they both knew they were separated by an entire ocean, with a time difference of over ten hours.

And... Damon was working so hard just so he could come to Nyla sooner.

Lowering her gaze, Nyla blinked away the slight sting in her eyes. "Damon, I'm not mad at you. I just... hate seeing you push yourself so hard."

"I know. That's why I'll listen to you and take care of myself. If you don't believe me, you can check with Lydia anytime. Deal?"

"Deal," Nyla replied.

"Good. Now, get some rest. We'll video chat again once you've had some sleep," Damon urged.

"Okay," she answered.

After ending the call, Damon turned to Spencer. "Tell the board members the meeting resumes in ten minutes."

"Understood, Mr. Sumner. But... the board members are already struggling to stay awake," Spencer reminded him.

The meeting had started in the evening and dragged on until nearly 4:00 a.m.- how could anyone endure that?

"I know," Damon replied.

The meeting continued until just

after 5:00 a.m. Exhausted, some get

the board members didn't even bother leaving the office and simply slept there. noveldrama

Damon, however, didn't rest. He continued going through documents.

Seeing this, Spencer finally couldn't hold back. "Mr. Sumner, you've been awake for almost 36 hours. If you

this up, your body won't last.

You should get some rest!

"I'm fine. You go rest," Damon replied.

Spencer gritted his teeth. "Mr.

Sumner, I really think you should tell Ms. Kinsey about the trouble the Nixons are causing Prospectus Technology. If she doesn't know, she never understand how much pressure you're under."

"This is between me and her. I know what I'm doing. Leave it," Damon said.

Sighing, Spencer didn't argue further. He turned and left the office. However, he had already made up his mind—he would contact Nyla himself.

If the Nixons continued targeting Prospectus Technology, the company wouldn't last long.

Standing in the stairwell, he pulled out his phone and sent Nyla a message, explaining the company's predicament.

Moments later, his phone rang. It was a voice call from Nyla.

"What's going on? The Nixons are really going after Prospectus Technology?" she asked.

"Yes. If this continues, the company won't survive another month," Spencer answered.

Nyla's expression darkened. "Got it. I'll handle this."

Hanging up, she immediately got out of bed, left her room, and headed straight for Emerald's office.

Reaching the door, she didn't bother knocking. She simply pushed it open and walked in.

Emerald frowned. "Don't you have any manners? Don't you know to knock before entering?"

"You promised me you'd provide resources to Prospectus Technology. Is this what you call helping-by targeting them instead?" Nyla demanded.