Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla)

Spencer followed Damon's gaze and quickly understood the reason when he noticed the sudden drop in temperature around him.

"Mr. Sumner-" Before Spencer could finish, Damon strode swiftly toward Nyla and Oliver, who were talking.

Spencer wanted to stop him but didn't dare, so he hurriedly followed behind.

Nyla was chatting with Oliver about his work when she suddenly felt a chill on her back, causing her to shiver slightly. Oliver, being attentive, asked kindly, "Ms. Jayston, are you feeling cold?"

Nyla nodded. "Yes. It might be the air conditioning."

As she spoke, Oliver had already begun to remove his jacket to drape it over her. However, a hand stopped him.

Oliver looked up in surprise and saw a man with an icy demeanor and hostility in his eyes. He recognized Damon from previous business dealings with Prospectus Technology, though he was only a department manager and doubted Damon would remember him. "Hello, Mr. Sumner," Oliver greeted.

Damon raised an eyebrow and replied coolly, "You know me?"

"Yes, I'm Oliver Raynor, the manager of the procurement department at Go Enterprise. We've met before," Oliver explained.

"Not ringing a bell," Damon said.

He remembered Oliver's name now, though.

Oliver smiled. "I'm just a department manager. It's understandable that you might not remember me."

Nyla frowned as Damon stood next to her. She didn't understand what he was trying to do.

After calling him and transferring the payment the previous morning, she thought

they had no further reason

to interact. Shouldn't he be ignoring

her now?

Damon smirked and said, "Mr. Raynor, I need to speak with Nyla for a moment."

Oliver, aware of their past, glanced at Nyla. "Ms. Jayston, I'll go greet a few other friends for now. We can continue our conversation later." Nyla nodded and smiled at Oliver. "Sure. I'd love to hear more about your work."

Damon's expression darkened as he noticed that Nyla's smile was directed solely at Oliver and never at him.

Nyla's smile was so captivating that it felt like fireworks exploding in Oliver's chest. He quickly averted his gaze. "Alright."

Once Oliver had left, Nyla ignored Damon and began to walk away.

As she took a few steps, Damon grabbed her wrist and pulled her to a nearby balcony where there were hardly any people.

Nyla yanked her wrist free and said coldly, "Mr. Sumner, please show some respect."

"Show some respect?" Damon laughed lightly, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous intensity. "Nyla, you smiled so sweetly at Oliver just now. Do you think this is

yet

appropriate? You reject me just to be with someone like him?

Nyla's face hardened as she frowned. "Criticizing others won't elevate you. Oliver is a very nice person." Although she hadn't known Oliver for long, she could tell he was different from other men she had met.

At first glance, he might seem unremarkable, but she found him humorous and charming after talking to him. He was like a gentle stream-polite, well-mannered, and very pleasant to be around.

As Nyla praised Oliver, a chill flickered in Damon's eyes. "How so?"

Nyla met his intense gaze, her expression indifferent. "It doesn't seem to concern you, Mr. Sumner."