Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Back in the room at the restaurant.

Half an hour had passed, and Nyla still hadn't returned,

Damon's frown deepened. "Spencer, call Nyla."

Bill quickly intervened, "Mr. Sumner, no need to worry. Zoe is with her, so nothing will happen."

Damon pursed his lips, remaining silent and clearly in a foul mood,

Bill hurriedly poured him another drink, not too concerned. After all, Nyla was just a regular employee. Even if Damon found out the truth later, he wouldn't make a big deal over a woman.

Spencer called Nyla, and her phone started ringing in the room. She hadn't taken it when she went to the restroom.

Seeing the unhappy looks on Damon and Spencer's faces, Bill quickly said, "Let me call Zoe to check." He dialed Zoe's number and put it on speaker. "Zoe, why are you not back with Ms. Jayston yet?" Zoe's ca "Alright." Bill hung up and smiled at Damon. "See, Mr. Sumner? No need to worry."

He felt a twinge of doubt. Was Damon really this concerned about a regular employee?

Damon nodded, his voice calm. "Of course. With Ms. Quinn accompanying her, I'm reassured."

"Good, good. Let's continue drinking." Bill said.

While Bill was distracted, Damon gave Spencer a meaningful look.

Understanding immediately, Spencer discreetly messaged their team to find out Nyla's current location.

Soon, a reply came, and Spencer's expression changed drastically. He looked at Damon in shock. "Mr. Sumner, Zoe has knocked out and taken away Ms. Jayston

Damon shot to his feet, his anger palpable as he leered at Bill with killing intent. "Where did you take her?!Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Without Bill's approval, there was no way Zoe would dare to act against Nyla.

Startled by Damon's fury, Bill trembled involuntarily, hastily saying, "Mr. Sumner, please calm down. There must be some misunder-"

Before he could finish, Damon's hand was around his throat.

Damon glared down at Bill, his expression terrifying like a demon from hell. Bill's soul quaked, and his body shivered uncontrollably.

Escape was the only thought in Bill's mind, but with Damon's grip tightening around his neck, it was Impossible. Overwhelmed by the suffocating pressure, fear surged within him. "... I'll talk. Nyla is... in a hotel room... on the sixth floor."

Damon's eyes narrowed, and his grip tightened further. "Room number."

"I... Cough, cough... I don't know..."

Seeing Bill's face tuming purple and his eyes starting to lose focus, Spencer quickly intervened, afraid it might lead to fatal consequences.

"Mr. Sumner, finding Ms. Jayston is more urgent right now," Spencer urged.

Damon released his grip, and Bill's plump body slid off the chair. He collapsed onto the floor, coughing violently.

"If anything happens to her, I'll make sure you pay with your life," Damon threatened.

Bill shuddered violently, terror in his eyes.

Without another glance, Damon stormed out.

When Nyla regained consciousness, she found herself in a dimly lit room. A man beside her was unbuttoning her clothes.

"Ah!" she screamed and shoved him away.