Trading My Ex for His Uncle



The other end of the call was silent for a few seconds before Tom's icy voice echoed. "Mr. Lightner, you've already taken my money. Isn't it a bit late to back out now?"

"I'll return every penny! And I won't say a word about your plans to anyone," Huxley promised.

Tom let out a cold laugh. "From the moment you accepted my money, there was no turning back. And don't forget while Brandon finding out about my involvement won't hinder my plans, if he learns you betrayed him, neither he nor your uncle will let you off the hook."

Huxley's face turned pale as he hissed, "Tom, are you threatening me?"

"Mr. Lightner, don't misunderstand. We're in the same boat now. I wouldn't do anything to harm you. But if you jump ship, don't blame me when you drown," Tom said before ending the call.

He was confident Huxley would think things through.

Huxley stared at the disconnected line, then slammed his phone onto the desk with a curse.

Tom was a shameless bastard!

Blinded by greed, Huxley had climbed aboard Tom's sinking ship, and now he was stuck.

As his anger subsided, a grim realization dawned on him: he had to finish what he'd started.

He began contemplating his next move but couldn't shake the feeling that something about the situation was off.

How had news about the Sumner Group's substandard materials spread so quickly?

Those materials had only been in use for a few days. Even if a worker noticed an issue, they would've reported it directly to Brandon. There was no reason for such rumors to leak out to employees.

The more Huxley thought about it, the stranger it seemed.

He called Tom again but got no answer, despite multiple attempts.

Frustrated and unable to leave during work hours, he could only wait, hoping Tom would see his messages and call back soon.

On the other side...

Tom had seen Huxley's calls but chose not to answer. A few days of silence would remind Huxley of his precarious position. Around 3:00 p.m., Tom's secretary, Pierre Pankey, burst into his office. "Mr. Genge, we've got a problem!"

Tom frowned, his tone sharp. "What could possibly be so urgent?"

"The Sumner Group's legal team is here," Pierre informed him. Tom's expression darkened. "What are they doing here?" "They're... They're here to serve us a lawsuit," Pierre stuttered.

Tom raised an eyebrow, sneering. "Has Brandon lost his mind?"

Before he could say more, a sharply dressed man carrying a briefcase stepped into the room behind Pierre.

"Mr. Genge, he announced, "you'venoveldrama

been accused of spreading false claims about the Sumner Group. using non-compliant materials. The Summer Group is officially suing you. Here's the legal notice."

Tom narrowed his eyes as he took the document, scanned it briefly, and threw it onto the floor. "Accusing me of slandering the Sumner Group? What evidence do you have?"

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Tom took it nonchalantly, but as his eyes scanned the contents, his face grew visibly darker.

He scoffed, his gaze cold as ice. "I underestimated Brandon. So, he managed to dig up this, too?"