Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Chapter 666



Soon, Nyla noticed a person wearing a baseball cap and a mask, both items obscuring their face. The individual left a bouquet of roses at her doorstep and walked away.

Nyla frowned and called Oliver, asking if he had sent her the flowers.

His voice came through with a hint of laughter. "I've been busy with a merger lately. Looks like I have a rival."Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Nyla couldn't help but chuckle. "Rival? It might just be a prank."

"I'm starting to feel the pressure," Oliver teased.

"Well, if you're feeling pressured, you should come over for dinner tonight. Buddy and I miss you," Nyla invited.

"From now on, you should split that last sentence into two," Oliver suggested.

Nyla paused, then raised an eyebrow. "Okay, I miss you, and Buddy misses you too."

There was silence on the line for a few seconds before Oliver's deep voice replied, "Alright, I'll be there at 6:30 p.m."

After hanging up, Nyla's smile gradually faded. If it wasn't Oliver who had sent the flowers, then who was it? Or had they been sent to the wrong address?

After some hesitation, she finally opened the door. She noticed a card attached to the roses and picked it up to read.

[Welcome back, Nyla.]

Nyla's grip on the card tightened, her knuckles turning white as she took a deep breath and threw the roses and the card into the trash bin downstairs.

After finishing lunch, Nyla took Mason out for groceries.

She wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but she had a strong feeling that she was being watched as soon as they left the building. She turned around several times but saw no one.

While shopping at the supermarket, the feeling of being watched intensified, sending a chill down her spine.

After hurriedly buying what she needed, she returned home with Mason.

It wasn't until Nyla sat on the sofa in the living room that the feeling of being watched finally faded.

Having always trusted her instincts, she took out her phone and dialed Damon's number.

Earlier, Damon had mentioned he would send someone to protect her and Mason. Perhaps the feeling of being monitored was due to those people he had sent.

The phone connected quickly, and Damon's cold voice came through. "What's wrong?"

Since Damon had rescued Nyla, she felt less animosity toward him and more of an inexplicable connection whenever they spoke.

Taking a deep breath to suppress

her emotions, she replied, "Mr.

et

Sumner, you said you'd send someone to protect us. When I went

out today, I felt like I was being watched. Are they your people?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end.

iel

It took several seconds before Damon replied, "My people have been following you for a few days. If you feel like you're being watched you wouldn't have just noticed, today. Besides that, have you observed anything else strange?"

"Uh, someone sent a bouquet of roses today with only the words 'Welcome back, Nyla'. I don't know who it's from..." Nyla said.

Upon hearing that, Damon's

expression turned icy. "Got it. I'll

increase the security detail for you and Buddy. If possible, it's best if you two move back in with me for a while."

Nyla bit her lip, hesitating.

On the one hand, she didn't want to return.

On the other hand, the trauma from her previous kidnapping by Clark still lingered, and staying there made her anxious.

Sensing her worry, Damon spoke calmly. "If you don't want to see me, I'll call ahead every time I go back and won't have meals with you and Buddy."