Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Bruce Pollock quickly lowered his head, his voice tinged with fear. "I'm sorry, Boss... I didn't think it through."

"This month's salary is docked. If this happens again, you won't stay by my side," the man warned.

"Understood," Bruce replied.

"Well? Are you just going to stand there and wait for me to move these cars myself? Get them out of the way!" The man's tone was icy, and his cold stare made Bruce shiver.

"I'll handle it right away!" Bruce answered.

The man turned back to Nyla, his expression shifting to one of guilt. "Ms. Kinsey, I must apologize. My subordinates lack proper discipline. I take full responsibility and hope you can forgive their behavior."

Nyla stared at him coldly. "There's no need to play the good cop. Who exactly are you, and why did you block my car?"

The man chuckled lightly at the distrust in her eyes. "Ms. Kinsey, I truly am sorry. How about stepping out of the car so we can find a quiet place to talk?"

"I'm not getting out of this car. Who knows what you're planning-probably to kidnap me!" Nyla retorted.

"If I had intended to kidnap you, I wouldn't have come here myself. Please, rest assured-I won't harm you," the man promised.

Nyla sneered. "Do you even believe your own words? I still don't know who you are or what you want."

The man looked like danger itself, and she'd be crazy to get out of the car.

Still, it didn't seem like he wanted her life. If he had, he wouldn't have come alone.

No matter what, Nyla wasn't about to leave her car. As long as she dragged this out, there was a good chance Damon would notice she couldn't be reached. He would send people to search for her soon enough.

The man raised an eyebrow. "My apologies. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Drake Mummery, and I'm the vice CEO of MK Company."

Hearing the name, Nyla tightened her grip on the steering wheel, her face paling.

Noticing her reaction, Drake chuckled. "Ms. Kinsey, you don't seem all that surprised to hear my name."

"Should I be?" Nyla countered.

"Most people would be confused when they hear the name of someone they don't know," Drake replied.

"Sorry, I'm not most people. Now, Mr. Mummery, what do you want from me?" Nyla asked.

Despite her icy tone, Drake remained unbothered, smiling as he said, "Ms. Kinsey, I came to discuss a matter regarding your mother. It's a bit complicated, and it will take an hour or two to explain. Do you have time to talk?"

"I'm sorry, I have to pick up my child. I don't have time," Nyla replied.

She restarted her car.

Drake didn't try to stop her. Instead, he smiled. "Ms. Kinsey, I'm sure we'll meet again soon."

Nyla didn't respond. She stepped on the gas and sped off.

Bruce approached Drake. "Boss, shouldn't we have stopped her?"

Drake shot him a cold glare. "Idiot!"

Nyla could inherit the Nixons. Offending her now would close that door forever. Drake had no intention of being anyone else's pawn for the rest of his life. noveldrama

The only way for him to take control of the Nixons was to marry Nyla. But first, he needed to deal with Damon.

"What's the update on Tom?" he asked.

"This morning... he went to Prospectus Technology again and hasn't come out since," Bruce replied.

Drake's face darkened with anger. "Do you really think he'd spend that long at Prospectus Technology, è given his relationship with Damon? He's probably already been moved somewhere safe by Damon. Useless!"

Bruce paled. "I'll look into it right away!"