Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Charlotte stared in disbelief, her wide eyes filled with fear and guilt. Her face turned ashen.

"Uncle Damon..." she called out.

"Don't call me uncle," Damon replied icily. "I don't have a niece who betrays her own family. Since you've chosen to side with Drake, you've also chosen to stand against me and Prospectus Technology. From now on, we're business rivals, and I won't show you any mercy."

His piercing gaze felt like the chill of a winter wind. "But since we once shared a bond, let me offer you some advice-stay far away from Drake. Otherwise, you won't even know how your end comes."

With that, Damon brushed past her and left.

Charlotte stood frozen, watching his figure disappear, too shaken to pursue him further.

...

Back in Damon's office, Spencer entered after a knock. "Mr. Sumner, Mr. Guinness from the Watson Group is here to see you."

"I'm not seeing him. Tell him the Watson Group's issues have nothing to do with me," Damon replied.

"Understood," Spencer answered.noveldrama

In the evening, Damon had just reached the parking garage when someone suddenly stepped in front of his car, blocking his way.

Upon seeing that it was Percy Guinness, Damon's expression darkened. "Mr. Guinness, what are you doing here?"

Percy looked haggard. "Mr. Sumner, the Watson Group is in serious trouble. We need your help. If you help me out this time, I swear I'll follow your lead and never waver again."

Clearly desperate, Percy's tone pleaded for mercy.

Damon's voice remained cold. "If I recall, not long ago, my secretary reached out to buy some products from your company at a high price. You flatly refused.

"Prospectus Technology's production line has since been halted, costing us millions every day. Even if I wanted to help you now, there's nothing I can do. You should look elsewhere."

Without waiting for a response, he walked around Percy and kept going.

Percy quickly followed, forcing a smile. "Mr. Sumner, please, let's talk this through. The Watson Group can supply Prospectus Technology with the products you need at market price."

Damon raised an eyebrow, a hint of mockery in his smile. "Market price? Mr. Guinness, you don't seem to understand how business works."

When Prospectus Technology had approached the Watson Group earlier, offering above-market prices, Percy had refused.

Now, with the Watson Group in a desperate position, Percy was offering to sell at market price. Did he think Damon was a fool?

Seeing that Damon was unwilling to continue the conversation, Percy grew more panicked. "Mr. Sumner let's not give up yet. If there's

negotiate. We can still worki

anything you're unhappy about let's

something out, right?"

Damon stopped and looked at him impassively. Mr. Guinness, I don't have time for pointless chatter. Name your lowest acceptable price for the products. If it's reasonable, we'll do business. If not, there's no need for further discussion."

Silence hung between them as Percy hesitated, rubbing his hands nervously. Several numbers flashed through his mind.

If he priced too high, Damon would walk away. Too low, and he'd suffer a loss. Regardless, Prospectus Technology was the Watson Group's only hope.

He said honestly, "Mr. Sumner, I'll sell at cost price. That's my bottom line. Anything lower, and I'd be losing money."

Damon knew this was the best Percy could offer. He considered it for a moment and replied, "Fine. Come to my office Monday morning, and we'll sign the contract."

Percy grew anxious. "Mr. Sumner, time is of the essence. Can't we sign it today? It'll only take half an hour."

Damon raised a brow. "Relax, Mr. Guinness. If I say Monday, it means you'll still have time. Don't worry-the Watson Group won't fall apart before then."

Seeing no other choice, Percy nodded reluctantly. "Alright, Mr. Sumner. I'll wait for your update."

"Good," Damon replied.

As Damon drove away, Percy watched his car disappear into the distance before motioning for his own driver to bring the car around.

The moment Percy got in, his secretary, seated in the passenger seat, couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Guinness, we know Mr. Summer is the one behind the Watson Group's troubles. Why would you stilb approach him for help?"

Percy let out a bitter laugh. "Do I have any other choice? If I hadn't listened to you earlier and offended him, we wouldn't be in this mess. Now, we're forced to sell at cost just to secure a deal.

"Let me warn you don't mention Drake's name in front of me again. If you do, pack your things and leave!"