Upgrading My Ex to His Uncle Chapter 206

The servant didn't give Nyla a chance to resist and tossed her directly into the basement.

The basement, usually reserved for rarely used items, was cold and dark.

After locking her in, the servant left.

Nyla took out her phone but found there was no signal, so she had to abandon the idea of calling for help. As soon as her phone's light went out, the basement was plunged into darkness once more.

…

Around 10:00 p.m., the basement door opened, and Clark walked in with a grim expression.

"Do you realize your mistake now?" he asked.

Nyla looked at him, her eyes devoid of warmth. "Clark, I've already explained everything. You refuse to listen, and I don't think I've done anything wrong."

Clark's face darkened, and his gaze turned icy. "Since you won't admit your mistake, you can stay here tonight and reflect on it."

With that, he turned and left.

The basement door was shut again, cutting off all light from the outside.

…

The next day, Damon came looking for Nyla.

"Where is Nyla?" he asked.

Clark regarded him coldly. "Uncle Damon, even if you hadn't come looking for me, I would have come to you soon. Sneaking my wife away to your house while I'm away on business—that's a bit shameless, don't you think?"

Damon frowned and said sternly, "I'm asking you where Nyla is."

"Why should I tell you? She's my wife, and it's none of your concern," Clark retorted.

"Don't forget, she's also an employee of Prospectus Technology now," Damon reminded him.

Clark smirked. "Not for long. I'm resigning her on her behalf."

Damon's eyes grew colder. "She should tell me that herself."

"That might not be possible. I just got back from my business trip. We've been inseparable since yesterday, and she's exhausted and still asleep. As her husband, I have the right to resign her position," Clark lied.

Damon's gaze turned icy. "Clark, if I don't see Nyla within ten minutes, all the shareholders of the Sumner Group will know what you did during your business trip."

"Uncle Damon, what are you talking about? I don't understand," Clark replied.

Damon didn't answer. Spencer, who stood behind him, played a recording from his phone.

Clark's face went pale instantly, his eyes filled with disbelief and anger. "You set me up?!"

Damon remained expressionless. "If you weren't so greedy and wanted everything, I wouldn't have had the chance to do this, would I?"

Clark clenched his fists tightly, his eyes burning with resentment.

The recording revealed how he had intentionally cut costs during his business trip by using substandard materials and pocketing kickbacks. If this information leaked, not only would he lose his position as CEO, but he might also face prison time.

His eyes darkened with rage. Damon was ruthless in his tactics—for a woman!

Seeing Clark's silence, Damon said coldly, "I'm giving you ten seconds. If you don't tell me where Nyla is, this recording will be sent to every shareholder of the Sumner Group, including your grandfather."

Reluctant but left with no choice, Clark called the servants. "Let Nyla out."

Nyla was helped out by the servants. After one day in the basement with no food or water, her face was pale, and she had lost weight.

Upon seeing her in such a state, Damon's anger flared. "You've kept her locked up in the basement for a whole day?"

Clark's face was grim. "Didn't you see that yourself, Uncle Damon? Is there a need to ask?"

Damon sneered. "You're not fit to be a husband."

"Am I not fit? And you, Uncle Damon—are you fit? Coveting your own niece-in-law. If others knew, the Sumners might not know whether to be embarrassed or ashamed."