Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Bill quickly suppressed his dissatisfaction, maintaining a friendly smile, as he was quite the strategist.

"Of course, Mr. Sumner. Our company is very sincere about forming a long-term partnership with Prospectus Technology. I hope you will consider it seriously," Bill said.

Damon nodded. "Yes, Mr. Jenkinson. Let me toast to you."

The two continued chatting, and before long, they had finished a bottle of wine.

Damon's usually pale face was now tinged with a faint red, and his typically cool eyes showed a hint of Intoxication. Under the overhead light, his striking features were even more captivating, making it hard to l Catching herself staring. Nyla quickly averted her gaze.

"Ms. Jayston, a toast to you." Zoe said.

Nyla turned to see Zoe holding out a glass of red wine, smiling warmly.

I'm sorry, Ms. Quinn, I don't drink," Nyla replied.

"This is a low-alcohol red wine, very mild and with a rich, smooth taste. You should give it a try," Zoe insisted.

As Zoe spoke, she pushed the wine glass closer.

Nyla reached out to refuse. As soon as her hand touched Zoe's, the latter's hand suddenly tilted, spilling at portion of the wine onto Nyla's collar.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Oh no... I'm so sorry, Ms. Jayston. I must have had too much to drink and lost my grip..." Zoe quickly put down the glass and grabbed a napkin to dab at the wine on Nyla's collar.

The commotion immediately drew everyone's attention in the room.

Damon's gaze darkened, and he subtly furrowed his brow.

Next to him, Bill was disgruntled and questioned coldly, Zoe, what's the matter with you? How could you spill the wine like that?"

Zoe seemed frightened, her hands trembling as she dabbed at Nyla's collar, her face full of remorse.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Jenkinson. It wasn't on purpose..." she said.

Seeing Zoe's pale face and remorseful gaze, Nyla pursed her lips and said, "Mr. Jenkinson, it's fine. I'll just go to the restroom to clean up."

After all, they were all just employees, and she didn't want to make things difficult over a small mistake.

"Alright, it's my fault for not managing my staff better. I apologize," Bill replied.

Nyla lowered her gaze and turned to leave the room.

As Nyla started to clean her collar in the restroom, she noticed in the mirror that Zoe had followed her.

Turning to face Zoe, Nyla said, "Ms. Quinn, it was just an accident. Don't worry about it."

"Thank you, Ms. Jayston."

Nyla didn't respond and turned back to the sink to wash the wine stains from her collar. When she finished, she looked up to find Zoe still standing there, a hint of confusion crossing her eyes.

Zoe stepped forward and took out a card from her bag, offering it to Nyla with a smile. "Ms. Jayston, I'm truly sorry about tonight. I hope you'll accept my apology."

Seeing the gilded card, Nyla finally understood that Zoe's earlier clumsiness had been a setup for this

moment.

"How much is on this card, Ms. Quinn?" Nyla asked.

"150,000 dollars. If you can persuade Mr. Sumner to partner with Skyray Medical, there will be more to come," Zoe promised. Nyla's eyes flashed with surprise. She hadn't expected Skyray Medical to go to such lengths to win her

over.

However, she wasn't an employee of Prospectus Technology and had no intention of accepting such unearned money.

"Sorry, but I don't have the power to influence Mr. Sumner's decisions. You've got the wrong person," Nyla said. With that, Nyla turned to leave.

The next moment, Zoe's cold voice sounded behind her. "In that case, I must apologize to you in advance. Ms. Jayston."

Before Nyla could comprehend the meaning of those words, a sharp pain struck the back of her neck, and everything went black as she lost consciousness.