Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Chapter 652



Nyla was frantic as she raised her voice. "I said don't worry about me! Buddy is what matters! Where is he? I'm going there right now!"

Damon fell into silence on the other end.

"Say something!" Nyla urged.

"It's dangerous. I'll go find Buddy myself. Just stay put until my people arrive and leave with them," Damon instructed.

Before Nyla could respond, he hung up.

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Seeing Damon put his phone away, Spencer asked with concern, "Mr. Sumner, those people are armed. Shouldn't we involve the police?"

Damon's eyes were icy as he replied, "Those people are desperate. If the police get involved, they might lash out and harm Buddy. You stay here and keep me informed if anything happens. I'll head over first."Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Spencer wanted to argue further but could see that Damon was unyielding. He simply reminded him, "Be careful!"

Clark, who had overheard the entire conversation, smirked.

Damon wouldn't tell Nyla where Mason was, probably because he was worried about those armed men.

Since Damon was going to go anyway, letting Nyla join would make things more interesting. It was just a pity she might end up dead.

As Clark contemplated how Nyla was never going to be with him anyway, he concluded that her dying was better than her being with Damon. If he couldn't have her, he would rather destroy her.

"Nyla, don't you want to know where Buddy is? I'll tell you," he said.

Soon, Damon's men burst into Clark's villa.

However, the room only held Clark, bound on the floor. There was no sign of Nyla.

As soon as Damon arrived at the abandoned flour mill on the outskirts of the city, he received a call from Spencer.

"Mr. Sumner, our people went over but didn't find Ms. Kinsey. She's probably already made her way to you," Spencer reported. Damon's expression darkened as he cursed, "Bunch of useless fools!"

He hung up and called Clark, but the call went unanswered. Putting his phone away, he hurried into the flour mill with a grim face.

The mill had been abandoned for over 20 years, overgrown with weeds and marked by crumbling walls. It looked dilapidated.

The low, run-down buildings next to the mill had once served as dormitories and a cafeteria for the workers.

Damon rushed inside, searching for any sign of Mason. Unbeknownst to him, Nyla had entered the flour mill from the opposite side at the same time.

Before long, a few of his men dragged a burly man over.

"Mr. Sumner, we found this fellow in the cafeteria, but he's tight-lipped and won't say a word," one of Damon's subordinates informed him.

Damon's gaze turned icy as he ordered, "Break his legs first."

As soon as the words left his mouth, the man let out a horrific scream His face turned as pale as a sheet, large beads of cold sweat rolling down his forehead. to

"Where are the others?" Damon demanded.

The man gritted his teeth, forcing a smirk. "Even if you kill me, I won't talk. Besides, you should consider what will happen to your son once they find him. Will he fare worse than me?" to

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Damon's eyes narrowed, and he replied slowly, "I'm not the only one with a son If I remember correctly you have a son in middle school overseas. If something happens to my son, do you think your son will live?" to

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The man's smile instantly froze, his face turning even paler than before.