Trading My Ex for His Uncle

"I am sorry, Dad," said Lucia.

"If you can't scheme properly, just stay out of trouble. Don't make me cut ties with you."

With that, Clement stormed out.

The next two days were the weekend, so Nyla rested at home before returning to work on Monday. Her hands had mostly healed, and she was ready to continue her experiments in the lab.

As soon as she arrived at the company, Genevieve hurried over to her.

"Nyla, get ready. You're going on a business trip to Rontana with Mr. Sumner," Genevieve said.

Nyla was taken aback, looking a bit puzzled. "Mr. Sumner? Damon Sumner?"

Genevieve nodded. "Yes. Mr. Sumner found a company in Rontana that produces the ingredients you need for your asthma medication research. You'll be going there with him to conduct an on- site inspection and determine the medicinal ingredients' efficacy."

Nyla frowned. "Doesn't Prospectus Technology have a dedicated evaluation team for this?"

Genevieve replied, "The evaluation team is currently on a business trip to another city. Since this is your area of expertise, the company decided to send you instead. Prepare tonight. Mr. Sumner will pick you up from your place at seven tomorrow morning." Genevieve seemed very busy and quickly left after giving the instructions, heading to the meeting room

with her files.

The next morning arrived quickly.

Nyla got up and washed up.

Seeing it was almost time, she grabbed her suitcase and headed downstairs.

As she opened the door, she saw Clark standing there, holding breakfast in one hand and about to knock on the door with the other. Nyla frowned, her gaze showing impatience.

"Nyla, where are you going?" Clark wondered if she was planning to move to avoid him.

"None of your business. Move," she said.

Clark didn't budge, his eyes locked on Nyla's cold face. "Nyla, no matter where you move within the city. I'll find you. Moving is pointless."

Nyla sneered. "Don't worry. I'm not planning to avoid you."

Clark was the one who had cheated. He should be the one feeling guilty, not her.

"If you're not moving, then why are you dragging a suitcase?" he asked.

Nyla checked the time, unwilling to waste any more on him. "I'm going on a business trip. Now move."

Upon hearing her explanation, Clark breathed a slight sigh of relief. "Where are you going on a business trip? For how long?"

Nyla shoved past him, exasperated. "If you have time to bother me, why not spend it with your lover? Keep her busy so she doesn't come and cause trouble for me."

Clark was caught off guard by her push, almost dropping the breakfast. "Nyla, I brought you your favorite from university..."

Nyla didn't even turn around, hurrying toward the elevator.From NôvelDrama.Org.

Clark looked at the breakfast in his hand with a bitter smile. Back in university, he used to wait for her outside her dorm with these. Every time, her eyes would light up at the sight of them. Eventually, he got jeal behind his back, leading her to hug him to grab them.

Now, she wouldn't even spare him a glance.

Clark walked up to Nyla, still offering the breakfast. "Nyla, take these for the road."

Nyla ignored him, treating him like he was invisible.

Bitterness filled Clark's gaze, but he said nothing, silently following her into the elevator.

When they reached the ground floor, he frowned as the doors opened.

"Spencer, what are you doing here?" he asked.