Trading My Ex for His Uncle



"Okay," Damon said as he gently tucked a stray hair behind Nyla's ear and leaned closer to her.

Suddenly, Valarie's voice interrupted them. "Mr. Sumner, PDAs are prohibited!"

Damon was momentarily speechless. He pulled back from Nyla and turned to Valarie.

"Ms. Weir, I'll remember this," he said.

Valarie replied confidently, "When you marry Nyla, I'll definitely be one of the bridesmaids. By the way, what was it you said you'd remember?"

Damon took a deep breath.

"I remembered that I ought to invite you over for dinner sometime," he replied.

Valarie raised an eyebrow. "Oh? I'm free any day. Feel free to contact me."

"Sure..." Damon muttered, his expression turning into a semi-scowl.

It seemed he would need to have a talk with Brandon soon about keeping his girlfriend in check.

Seeing Damon flustered was rare, and Nyla couldn't help but chuckle.

Damon glanced at her, his eyes silently reproachful.

Nyla forced herself to stop laughing.

"You should go talk business," she said.

Damon hummed in response.

After Damon left, Valarie sat down next to Nyla.

"By the way, I just saw Jane and Rebecca acting all sneaky. I wonder what they're up to," she said.

Recalling Jane's arrogant attitude during the fight between Mason and Wilhelm, Nyla instinctively frowned.

"Ignore them," she replied flatly.

"I'm just concerned they might be planning something against you," Valarie said.

Seeing the worry in Valarie's eyes, Nyla softened her gaze. "I'll be careful. Don't worry."noveldrama

"Okay," Valarie said, though her eyes remained on Jane and Rebecca, who were huddled together in a corner. Her grip on her wine glass tightened.

Now that Nyla had Damon looking out for her, Jane and Rebecca likely wouldn't dare make a move.

With that thought, Valarie felt her anxiety ease. She made a mental note to remind Damon to have someone protect Nyla and Mason.

Meanwhile, in the corner, Jane and Rebecca stood with displeased expressions.

Jane glared coldly at Rebecca, her

tone scornful. "Didn't you say you could handle Nyla? I've been waiting for a white and haven't seen you do anything. If you can't manage it, don't waste my time with useless chatter."

Rebecca grimaced. "The person who was supposed to help me deal with Nyla has had some issues lately, so I haven't been able to implement the plan."

Jane snorted derisively. "I shouldn't have trusted you from the start. Until I get the results I want, I won't give you that project we discussed."

When Rebecca first approached

Jane, she had expressed interest in acquiring a project from the Wilkie Group. Jane had promised to hand it over to the Preston Group once Nyla was out of the picture.

Rebecca gritted her teeth.

"Ms. Wilkie, is it possible you have no real authority over that project, which is why you keep delaying?" she asked.

If she didn't get that project soon, she wouldn't have the chance to run off with Nathaniel's money before he killed her.

The bruises from his previous attacks still throbbed with pain, and she couldn't bear the thought of enduring that hellish torment again.

If this went on, she would lose her mind.

Jane laughed mockingly, her tone

condescending. "You're in no

position to question me. Understand this-you're the one asking me for a favor, not the other way around Who give the project to is my choice." Content belongs

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She laid down her terms. "I'll give you another week. If there's still no progress, then the promises I made to you are void."

With that, she turned and walked away, not bothering to look back at Rebecca.