Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 93

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

Nyla felt a bitter smile creep across her lips, a reflection of the turmoil swirling within her. There was no possible way she could return home tonight, not after everything that had unfolded.

“No need,” she said, her voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of tension. “The gathering is close to Valarie’s place. I’ll stay with her tonight.”

The line fell into a heavy silence, and she could almost feel Clark’s brow furrow as he processed her words. Finally, his deep voice broke through the quiet. “Are you still upset about last night?”

Nyla’s heart sank at the question. “No,” she replied, forcing herself to sound nonchalant. “I just haven’t had a good chat with Valarie in a long time, so I plan to stay over at her place tonight.” The lie slipped easily from her lips, yet it felt like a weight dragging her down.

After what felt like an eternity, Clark finally replied, “Alright, but if anything comes up, give me a call.”

“Got it,” she said, but the words felt hollow.

Once the call ended, her phone screen lit up with a low battery warning, the percentage dwindling to a mere 20%. Nyla frowned, realizing she hadn’t charged it since the night before, her busy schedule having consumed all her time.

With a resigned sigh, she powered down her phone to conserve what little battery remained.

Meanwhile, Clark, on the other end, felt a nagging sensation that something was amiss. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but the weight of unease settled in his chest.

Just as he began to contemplate the unsettling feeling, Michael walked into his office, his expression serious. “Mr. Sumner, Gen Pharma and the Rainford Group refuse to meet, and several smaller companies that collaborate closely with them are also terminating their contracts.”

A surge of fury coursed through Clark, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he responded, “If they want to terminate, let them. They won’t escape without paying the penalty fees!”

Michael’s brow furrowed in concern. The termination of contracts was one thing, but the murmurs among shareholders about demoting Clark to vice CEO sent a chill down his spine.

“Mr. Sumner, perhaps… you should ask your wife if she’s willing to apologize to Ms. Rainford?” he suggested tentatively. An apology from Nyla could potentially smooth over the brewing storm.

“Exactly. He offended two partners in a single event. If he can’t manage his own wife, how can he manage the Sumner Group?” another chimed in, the sentiment echoing through the room.

“He’s young and needs more experience. Once he’s more capable, he can return to the CEO position,” a third shareholder suggested, their tone dismissive.

Richard remained silent, absorbing the complaints with a stoic demeanor. As their voices gradually faded into the background, he finally interjected, his voice steady and commanding.

“Gen Pharma and the Rainford Group were at fault first. If we demote him now, it will appear as though the Sumner Group is afraid of them. Under Clark’s leadership, your annual dividends have skyrocketed by hundreds of millions.”

“Now, just because a few partners have terminated their contracts, you all want to remove him? What are your true intentions?”

“Or do you wish to bring him down to replace him with your own people?” he questioned, his gaze piercing as he scrutinized the shareholders, challenging them to justify their motives.