Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 87

**TITLE: Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane**

“Or do you honestly believe that your apology carries such weight, Mr. Genge?”

The atmosphere shifted palpably as Damon strode into the room, flanked by Lincoln Gunton, the charismatic host of the charity gala.

Lincoln’s smile radiated warmth and charm, a stark contrast to the chill that enveloped Damon. His expression was as cold as the winter’s breath, creating an immediate sense of discomfort among the guests.

Tom’s heart sank at the sight. If only Clark had been there, perhaps he could have navigated this tense moment with his usual finesse. But with Damon now in the mix, the potential for a peaceful resolution seemed to evaporate like mist in the morning sun.

Clark’s face mirrored Tom’s unease. Nyla had been on the verge of agreeing to his proposal, a glimmer of hope for the Sumner Group’s partnership with Gen Pharma, but now Damon’s presence cast a long shadow over their negotiations.

“Mr. Damon,” Tom began, his voice steady yet laced with urgency, “this entire situation stems from Jacqueline’s error. I assure you, she is prepared to apologize and make amends to Mrs. Sumner in any way that is necessary.” He aimed to convey his respect for the Sumners, knowing full well that any escalation would tarnish their reputations.

Damon halted a few paces away, his gaze piercing and frigid enough to freeze the air around him. “If Jacqueline had been wrongfully accused of theft today, would you be satisfied with just a simple apology and a token gesture of compensation? If that’s your standard, then I will ensure she experiences the same humiliation that Nyla endured.”

Before Tom could muster a response, a dozen imposing figures clad in black surged into the room, encircling Jacqueline like wolves closing in on their prey.

The onlookers instinctively recoiled, not wishing to be caught in the crossfire of this escalating drama.

“Damon, what are you implying with this display?” Tom’s voice rose, tinged with desperation.

Damon’s smile was devoid of warmth, a mere facade. “If Ms. Rainford fails to kneel and apologize as she promised, I will have her stripped of her dignity right here, right now, so she can truly understand the humiliation she deserves.”

Jacqueline’s complexion drained of color, fear gripping her heart. “Tom… please, save me…”

The very thought of being exposed in public was a nightmare that eclipsed even the darkest of fears. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes as she turned to Tom, her face a canvas of terror.

Realizing that Damon had no intention of relenting, Tom lunged forward, desperate to reach Jacqueline.

Before he could bridge the distance, a powerful fist from one of the men in black sent him crashing to the ground. Two others swiftly pinned him down, rendering him powerless to intervene.

“Time’s up, Ms. Rainford. Since you refuse to make a choice, I shall make one for you,” Damon announced, his voice ringing with authority.

As his words hung in the air, the men in black advanced toward Jacqueline, their intentions clear.

“Jacqueline!” Tom shouted, his voice filled with panic, his face ashen.

He struggled against his captors, helplessly witnessing as the men in black closed in on Jacqueline, the dread of the moment wrapping around him like a suffocating shroud.