Trading My Ex for His Uncle



Damon remained silent, his face set in a grim expression. If this card truly contained the staggering amount claimed, the situation was anything but reassuring.

After verifying the balance at the bank, his expression grew even darker.

Sensing something amiss—especially given Damon's lack of joy-Spencer grew uneasy.

"Mr. Sumner... isn't it good that the card holds this much money?" he asked hesitantly.

Damon's gaze sharpened. "Head back to the office. I need to deal with something at home." "Understood," Spencer replied, though confusion lingered on his face.

Damon left swiftly.

Spencer stood by, watching the car disappear down the road, his thoughts clouded.

Shouldn't they be celebrating? With this amount, saving the company should have been a sure thing.

Less than an hour later, Damon arrived at the villa.

Nyla was lounging in the living room, watching TV.

When she saw him enter, her brow furrowed slightly. "Why are you back so early?"

Damon settled across from her, placing the bank card on the coffee table. "Do you have any idea how much money is on this card?" Recognizing it as the one Mason had handed over the previous night, Nyla frowned. "Around 8,000 dollars, right? What's the issue?" "This card holds one trillion dollars," Damon said flatly.

The moment the words left his mouth, Nyla burst out laughing. "Since when did you start cracking jokes like this?"

"I'm serious." Damon unlocked his phone and handed it to her, displaying a photo he had taken at the bank's balance check.

Her laughter died as she stared at the image.

A moment later, her expression froze. Her gaze shifted back to him, now heavy with disbelief. "You're not joking?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Damon retorted.

"No..." she

Sdmitted. "But how is this

even possible? Could it be a error? There's no way af could have that kind

Even if the account held 10,000 or 30,000 dollars, it wouldn't have surprised her.

Mason often deposited his pocket money and gifts into that account.

But a trillion dollars? That bordered on absurd. She couldn't even visualize such a sum.

"There's no mistake. Spencer checked, I checked, and the bank staff confirmed it," Damon explained, his tone firm.

Nyla shook her head, still skeptical.

"This doesn't make sense. Let's

this

. That should clear bet

pick up Buddy and

things

up."

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"Good idea. I'll come with you," Damon said. "If this money is tied to something suspicious, we need to as it immediately to protect Buddy."

His words sent a shiver through Nyla. Damon's grave tone underscored the potential danger of the situation.

...

The drive to the kindergarten was a quiet one, both lost in thought.

When they arrived at the school entrance, Nyla called Laura, asking her to bring Mason out.

Ten minutes later, Laura emerged, holding Mason's hand.

Upon spotting his parents, Mason's face lit up with joy. He dashed toward them, leaping into Nyla's arms.

"Mommy! Daddy! Why are you here?" he asked, his voice bubbling with excitement.noveldrama

Nyla and Damon exchanged a look before she crouched down to meet Mason at eye level.

"Buddy, Mommy needs to ask you something important," she said gently.

Mason's smile faded slightly due to her serious tone. He bit his lip. "What is it, Mommy?"

Taking a deep breath, Nyla asked, "The card you gave Daddy last night-do you remember how much money is on it?"