Trading My Ex for His Uncle

"Ms. Nixon," Filipe called out.

Hearing his voice behind her, Delia turned around. She suppressed her anger and demanded, "Why didn't you leave any food for me?"

Filipe, accustomed to Delia's temper, said calmly, "Ms. Nixon, after Madam learned you wouldn't be having dinner, she had all the leftovers thrown away. If you're hungry, you can have some biscuits or something to tide you over. Breakfast will be ready in the morning."

"Tomorrow morning?!" Delia exclaimed.

Seeing the disbelief in her eyes, Filipe nodded. "Yes, tomorrow morning."

Delia sneered. "Fine, I get it."

Ever since Nyla's arrival, Delia hadn't had a peaceful day. She had to find a way to get Nyla out of the estate-no matter what.

Nyla was chatting with Damon when she suddenly sneezed.

"Are you okay? Caught a cold? You didn't dress warmly enough today," he said, concerned.

Nyla gave him a side glance and teased, "Wasn't it you who couldn't take your eyes off me when you saw me just now?"

"This dress does look great on you, but you're wearing too little. You might catch a cold. Dress warmer tomorrow," Damon urged.

Nyla nodded. "I'll keep that in mind. By the way, Emerald has me working at Kajer Tech, but she's keeping me away from the core chip development. She hasn't really interfered with anything else, though."

Damon thought for a moment before saying, "Don't worry about anything for now. Just do what she tells you. Nyla, I promise, I'll make sure you come back home with me."

"Alright. If you need help with anything, I'll do it as long as I can," Nyla assured him.

"Yes, I know," Damon replied.

They shared a tender moment before Damon let Nyla leave.

As he watched her walk away, his hands clenched at his sides without him realizing it. He wouldn't let Nyla stay by Emerald's side for too long.

It was already past 8:00 p.m. when Nyla returned to the estate.

As soon as she stepped into the hall, Filipe informed her that Emerald wanted to see her in the study.

She frowned but reluctantly made her way to the study.

"Ms. Kinsey, did you need something?" she asked when she arrived.

Emerald remarked, "I heard that today you decided to change the office's decor and even told the secretaries not to work overtime. You're really making a name for yourself, aren't you?"

Detecting the sarcasm in Emerald's tone, Nyla smiled. "Even if I am making a name for myself, I have you to thank for transferring all the shares to my name. Otherwise wouldn't dare do this. Besides, isn't this what you wanted to see?"

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Emerald snorted but didn't refute her. "I warn you, I don't care about the rest, but if

you do anything that harms the company, I won't let you off."

"I understand. I worked all afternoon and had dinner with Andre. I'm pretty tired.

back there's nothing else, I'll head

back to my room," Nyla excused herself.

She had finally managed to get some rest, and she didn't want to waste any morenoveldrama

of it dealing with Emerald.

"You and Andre seem to be getting along well. You should set a date for the wedding soon," Emerald said.

Nyla scoffed. "You can't wait to sell me off for a good price, can you?"

"Since you know that, you'd better behave," Emerald warned.

"Got it. I'm going to visit my father tomorrow afternoon, so I won't be going to the office," Nyla informed her.

Emerald's expression darkened. "Do you think the company is a market where you can come and go as you please?"