Trading My Ex for His Uncle



Sullivan snickered. "I don't need your help. Since you don't care about me, don't come here again. I don't want to see you."

He turned away without a second glance at Ruby.

Ruby was silent for a moment. Then, she said in a low voice, "If you don't want to see me, I won't come again. If you need anything, just have the lawyer pass on the message."

She added, "Sullivan, you saved me twice, and I'm grateful for that. Everything I said today was for your sake. It has nothing to do with anyone else."

Sullivan remained motionless, staring at the white wall as though it held some deep fascination.

With a sigh, Ruby turned and walked away.

It was only as her figure disappeared through the door that Sullivan glanced in her direction.

The lawyer, Paul Vernon, addressed him, "Mr. Heseltine, if you don't cooperate, there's not much I can do for you."

Sullivan looked at Paul, his tone indifferent. "I'll cooperate, but you need to do one thing for me."

Paul nodded. "As long as it's within legal bounds, I'll do my best."

Ruby waited for over 30 minutes before Paul emerged, carrying his briefcase.

"Ms. Jenner, I spoke with Mr. Heseltine. He's agreed to return all the stolen funds and pay the fines. With his cooperation, the case should proceed more smoothly, and I can work on negotiating a lighter sentence for him," he informed.

Ruby exhaled a sigh of relief. "Good. As long as he's cooperating. I have to work, so I can't come here often. Please handle everything, and let me know if you need anything from me."

"Of course, Ms. Jenner," Paul replied.

In the following days, Ruby no longer visited the police station, instead asking Paul about the case daily.

At Drake's estate abroad...

Drake's patience was wearing thin. He had been waiting for half a month with no progress from Tom.

"Tom, what exactly are you doing? Forget Prospectus Technology. Don't tell me you can't even deat with the Sumner Group. Are you sure you've actually done anything?" Drake questioned angrily.

"Mr. Mummery, do you think Prospectus Technology or the Sumner Group is some fragile glass that I can shatter with one strike? These things take time. If you're in such a rush, why don't you go deal with Damon yourself?" Tom retorted.

Drake's face darkened. "I hope the next time I call, you'll have something to show for it instead of more excuses." With that, he hung up.

...noveldrama

Back at the Genge residence, Tom tossed his phone onto the table with a scoff.

Over the past weeks, he had been working to undermine the Sumner Group and Prospectus Technology.

He had even tried poaching subsidiaries from Prospectus Technology's key partners, but Damon had caught wind of his

actions. Most of his attempts had

been unsuccessful. Content belongs

Prospectus Technology had been entrenched in Saintornia for years. Taking it down wouldn't be easy, and Tom wasn't about to risk the Genge Group in the process.

He was already back in the country anyway, so Drake couldn't do much to him. Still, appearances needed to be kept up.

With that thought, Tom called Gabriel and asked, "What's the status on your end?"

"It'll take another two weeks," Gabriel answered.

Tom frowned. "That long? Can't you speed it up?"

"Mr. Genge, we're mere partners. Don't presume to tell me how to handle my end of the deal. Next time, keep your advice to yourself," Gabriel retorted.