Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Tom's face paled as he instinctively stepped back two paces. "M-Mr. Mummery, why are you..."

Drake chuckled. "You mean, why am I here?"

Tom didn't respond, but the slight tremble in his body betrayed his fear.

"Why I'm here isn't important," Drake said, strolling from the window to the sofa and taking a seat.

His demeanor remained calm, yet his presence exuded a chilling menace. "What matters is this-what exactly did you and Damon discuss earlier?"

He gestured to the seat across from him. "Relax, Tom. Sit."

The casual tone did little to calm Tom, who swallowed nervously before seating himself opposite Drake.

"It was nothing much," he stammered. "I... I was discussing a potential partnership with Prospectus Technology. Once I gain their trust, I'll find a way to bring them down."

"Really?" Drake's sharp eyes locked onto Tom's, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Yes," Tom nodded quickly. "By the way, Mr. Mummery, what brings you back to the country? Something important?"

"Oh, nothing special. Just came to check on the tasks I assigned you. See how you've been handling them," Drake replied evenly.

"Mr. Mummery, Prospectus Technology was on the brink of bankruptcy not long ago... but they managed to secure significant investment somehow," Tom lamented.

"They're back on their feet now. It's nearly impossible for the Genge Group alone to take them down-"

Drake interrupted, his voice sharp. "Tom, haven't I invested enough in you? Since you returned to the country, you've accomplished nothing.

"The one who almost brought Prospectus Technology to its knees was Gabriel from Nyce Tech, not you. You've been sitting idly while others acted."

He leaned forward, his expression darkening. "If you're unwilling to proceed, I won't force you. But hand over the Genge Group to me."

"What?!" Tom's face turned ashen.

Without the Genge Group, he'd have nothing.

Drake smirked at Tom's reaction. "What's wrong? You're not willing?"

Drake stood, looming over Tom, his gaze icy. "If you want to keep the Genge Group, then do as I say. And as for whatever you told Damon

earlier don't bother explaining Anything you could've said is

insignificant to me. Consider this a

warning-make your choice wisely."

"Mr. Mummery, I don't understand what you're implying..." Tom protested, his voice unsteady.

"I despise fools who think they're clever. I've overestimated you, it seems." Drake's tone dripped with contempt. "You have three days to decide whose side you're on. If you can't you and the Genge Group can rot together."

Without another word, Drake turned and walked out.

As they exited Tom's mansion, Drake's subordinate asked, "Where to next?"

"We're visiting Mr. Kinsey," Drake replied.

He wouldn't be able to keep his return to the country a secret from Alexander for long. Showing sincerity now would ease what he planned to do later.

Half an hour later...

"Mr. Kinsey, I heard you've also returned to the country, so I wanted to stop by and say hello," Drake said with an ingratiating tone as he stood near Alexander, who was seated in the hotel lobby. noveldrama

Drake needed to curry favor with the Kinseys.

Edward Nixon, the head of the Nixons, was gravely ill. Whoever gained Alexander's support would have a significant advantage in taking control of the Nixon family.

Alexander barely glanced at him. "Mr. Mummery, your sudden return must mean there's something pressing."

Drake's smile stiffened, but he sidestepped the question. "Just some business adjustments. We're planning to open a local branch next year, so I'm here for market research."