Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Nyla paused and turned to look at Emerald. "What is it?"

"I heard Robin went to see you today," Emerald said.

"Yeah. What about it?" Nyla responded.

Emerald pressed her lips together before speaking sternly. "He's Kajer's second- largest shareholder and the head of R&D. Try not to offend him. If he approaches you, avoid conflict."

Nyla found this amusing. "You should be telling him that. I didn't even know who he was until today. He's the one who came looking for trouble."

"I don't care. Just don't provoke him," Emerald repeated.

Seeing Emerald's cold expression, Nyla lowered her gaze and spoke evenly. "That's not happening. I won't go looking for a fight, but I'm not just going to sit there and take it if he comes after me."

Emerald frowned. "I didn't put you in that company to make enemies."

"Oh, so you put me there to be a punching bag?" Nyla retorted.

Emerald fell silent, and an awkward tension settled between them.

Finally, Filipe spoke up. "Madam, your next meeting is about to start."noveldrama

Emerald withdrew her gaze, stood, and said, "Bring my dinner to my study."

"Yes, Madam," Filipe replied.

Once she left, Filipe turned to Nyla. "Ms. Kinsey, Madam isn't the type to respond well to confrontation. If you softened your tone with her once in a while, maybe things wouldn't always be so tense between you two."

Nyla pursed her lips. "Well, I'm not the type to back down either. And why should I be the one to compromise?"

Filipe sighed. "Madam's spent so many years making decisions on her own that it's second nature to her. But the truth is, your relationship doesn't have to be this hostile."

At the heart of it, Emerald and Nyla were too alike. That's why they could never have a peaceful conversation.

If Nyla could soften up and act more docile like Delia, maybe her relationship with Emerald would

improve over time. Maybe, one day, they'd even have a normal mother-daughter bond.

"You should tell her that," Nyla said flatly. "I have no interest in fixing things with her."

For the next two weeks, Emerald was constantly busy, leaving early in the morning and returning late at night. She and Nyla barely crossed paths.

At the end of those two weeks, Nyla's office renovation was finally complete. She moved out of the small conference room and back into her own space.

Looking at the bright, modern design, she couldn't help but smile.

Working in this environment

instantly put her in a better mood

Emerald's old black, white, and gray aesthetic had always made her feel suffocated the moment she stepped inside.

"Ms. Kinsey, if there's anything you're not satisfied with, we can still make changes," Jenny said.

Nyla shook her head. "No need. It's perfect as it is."

"Alright. I'll leave you to it. Let me know if you need anything," Jenny excused herself.

After Jenny left, Nyla sat down at her desk and casually flipped through a file.

Over the past two weeks, she had learned enough to spot basic contract issues. Now, Jenny had started giving her more complex documents to handle.

...

That evening, Nyla returned to the estate as usual.

The moment she stepped inside, though, she sensed something was off.

Normally, she would hear the service staff chatting as they worked. But tonight, the entire house was eerily silent.

They kept their heads down, quietly going about their tasks, not saying a word to one another.

Lowering her gaze, Nyla silently made her way toward her room. Just as she reached the corner, Filipe called out to her.