Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla)

"Gabriel sees you as a sister, so of course, he wouldn't say it directly," Wren said with a sneer.

"But the girl he was on a date with did. She said he brought another woman along, claiming she was his girlfriend. He's just returned to the country and doesn't know many people in Saintornia. If you weren't the one he brought, who else could it be?" she demanded. Nyla looked at Wren intently. "Wren, shouldn't you consider why you're pushing him to go on dates when he's just back and hasn't even settled into his job yet?"

Wren laughed coldly, her tone sharp. "Gabriel isn't like you, already married once and willing to settle for any divorced man. I have to be concerned about his future. If you have nothing to do, you should stay away from him and not ruin his relationships!" Nyla's gaze turned icy.

Just as she was about to respond, the chair next to her was abruptly pulled out. She turned instinctively and saw Damon sitting down beside her.

He wore a smile, but his eyes were devoid of warmth, sending a chill down one's spine. "Mrs. Jayston, I didn't quite catch what you just said. Why don't you repeat it?"

Facing Damon's cold gaze, Wren lost all her earlier arrogance. She forced a smile, trying to placate him. After all, with Gabriel working at Prospectus Technology, offending Damon could spell trouble for him.

"Mr. Sumner, I was just chatting casually with Nyla," she said.

Damon looked at her icily. "What kind of casual chat makes you suggest that she should settle for any divorced man in the future? Have you forgotten that you're also divorced and even brought a son into your second marriage?" Wren's smile froze, her face paling. She hadn't expected Damon to be so blunt.

The atmosphere grew tense and awkward.

After a few seconds of silence, Wren forced another smile. "Mr. Sumner, that's not what I meant. It's just that having been through a divorce myself, I know how difficult it is for divorced women. That's why-"

"So you decided to kick someone when they're down?" Damon interrupted.

Wren was rendered speechless. She glanced at Nyla, who remained indifferent, and felt embarrassed. "Nyla, please tell Mr. Sumnerche's misunderstood me."

Nyla smiled, stood up, and replied, "Wren, we both know exactly what you meant. Unless it's something е

important, please don't come looking for me. I wouldn't want to make your life any harder."

With that, she turned and walked away.

"Mr. Sumner, I" Wren began.

Damon cut her off, "Mrs. Jayston, ifl

ever see or hear about you doing

心

anything to hurt Nyla again, your son

can forget about having a career in Saintornia."

His icy stare made Wren shiver, draining the color from her face and leaving her speechless.

Noting her fear, Damon lost interest in staying any longer. He rose and went after Nyla.

He caught up with her in front of the elevator and warned sternly, "From now on, keep your distance from Gabriel."

Nyla watched the floor numbers change as the elevator descended, saying nothing as if she hadn't heard him.

Damon frowned, his voice growing colder. "Did you hear me?"

His commanding tone made Nyla frown, but she remained silent.

Damon's anger morphed into a snicker. "Do you think ignoring me will make me go away?"

He grabbed Nyla's hand and pulled her into the stairwell.

"What are you doing?! Let go of me!" Nyla exclaimed angrily, her gaze filled with repulsion.