Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla)

After a few rings, the call connected.

"Mr. Sumner, I'm really sorry about last night. I accidentally got drunk... I apologize. When are you free? I'd like to make it up to you-"

Damon calmly interrupted, "Nyla, you're no longer an employee of Park Pharmaceuticals. You don't need to call me Mr. Sumner."

Nyla bit her lip. "That's not the point. I'm really sorry about last night. If you're available, I'd like to invite you to dinner tonight."

There was a brief pause before Damon's deep voice sounded. "Nyla, I don't need your dinner. Last night was about wanting to see you. If you keep insisting, I might start to think you still have feelings for me."

Nyla lowered her gaze and replied nonchalantly, "Mr. Sumner, that's not what I meant... I just wanted to thank you. If my actions might lead to a misunderstanding, please send me the bill from last night, and I'll transfer the money to you." There was a moment of silence.

Nyla realized Damon was angry, but she didn't want to have any further interaction with him or give him the impression that there was still a possibility between them.

As she debated how to rephrase her words, the line suddenly went dead. Damon had hung up.

After a moment of indecision, she decided not to call back. Since he ended the call, his stance was clear.

She sent him the money and then deleted their chat history.

Afterward, she freshened up and began studying after breakfast.

Meanwhile, Damon's expression darkened immediately after hanging up.

In the following days, Nyla was busy with her studies.

It wasn't until the day before Valarie's birthday that she suddenly realized she hadn't bought a gift. If not for her schedule reminder, she might have forgotten entirely. She quickly changed and headed to the mall.

After browsing for several hours, she finally chose a pair of diamond stud earrings.

Upon paying, she turned around and saw the sales associate leading Clark and Jordyn into the store.

Jordyn was impeccably dressed in high fashion, her clothes and bag exuding opulence-a stark contrast to how she had looked before.

Jordyn and Clark's smiles faltered when they saw Nyla.

Jordyn's gaze fell on the shopping bag Nyla was holding, and she scoffed. "Clark, let's go somewhere else. This place is too low-end and doesn't match our status."

The sales associate's smile

wavered, but she still said politely, "Ms. Cheatham, we carry high-end jewelry and are a global luxury brand-the only authorized store in Saintornia."

Jordyn glanced dismissively at the sales associate and pointed at Nyla. "Letting someone like her in proves your store's not that great. There are other luxury brands out there? No need to be so arrogant."

She tried to leave with Clark, but Nyla's cold voice stopped her. "I wonder what brand is suitable for a mistress. Probably can't find it anywhere in Saintornia." Jordyn whipped around, glaring at Nyla. "Who are you calling a mistress? Watch your language!"

Nyla stepped closer, speaking slowly and clearly. "Jordyn, that's

something I should be saying to you. You're pregnant now. Maybe you should focus on setting a better

le for your child."

"You!" Jordyn raised her hand to strike Nyla, but the latter caught her wrist mid-air.

Nyla turned to Clark, her expression icy. "Clark, keep your woman in check. If she can't control her mouth, I might not be able to control my hands."