Trading My Ex for His Uncle

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Nyla replied in a disappointed voice, "Alright. Just make sure you eat something. I'll call Spencer later to check if you've eaten. Don't skip meals and upset your stomach."

"Alright. I'll send you a picture when I eat," Damon replied.

"Make it a video call instead-how do I know you're not lying to me otherwise?" Nyla challenged.

Damon chuckled helplessly. "Fine. I'll call you when I eat."

"Okay. I won't bother you anymore. Get back to work," Nyla said.

After hanging up, Nyla went to the kitchen and told Lydia to prepare fewer dishes

for dinner since Damon wouldn't be home.

Lydia nodded. "Got it, Ms. Kinsey. I'll skip the fish and greens."

"Perfect," Nyla agreed.

Back in the living room, Mason was busy putting his toys into a storage box.

Nyla crouched down to help. "Buddy, why aren't you playing anymore?"

"I'm sleepy, Mommy. I want to take a nap," Mason said.

Seeing his drowsy eyes, Nyla replied, "Alright. Let's finish tidying up your toys, and then you can wash your hands. I'll take you upstairs for a nap. How does that sound?"

"Okay," Mason answered.

Once they finished, Nyla helped Mason wash his hands and tucked him in upstairs.

When she came back downstairs, a maid approached with a glass of orange juice. "Ms. Kinsey, Lydia asked me to bring you this."

Noticing the maid looked unfamiliar, Nyla frowned slightly. "I haven't seen you before. You weren't working in the kitchen, were you?"

The maid nodded. "I used to work in the garden, taking care of the plants. Lydia said her back was sore today, so she asked me to help in the kitchen for a day."

"Got it. Leave it on the table. I'll drink it later," Nyla replied.

"Of course, Ms. Kinsey." The maid placed the juice on the table and returned to the kitchen.noveldrama

Nyla watched her retreating figure, hesitating briefly.

Just as she was about to follow her into the kitchen, her phone rang.

Seeing Damon's name on the screen, she answered, "What's up?"

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As Nyla turned toward the study, she asked, "Which file? Where is it?"

"It should be in the second drawer on the left side of the desk-a tender

document," Damon detailed.

Moments later, she found the file and confirmed, "Is it the tender for the project in the city's west?"

"Yes," Damon replied.

"Alright, I'll bring it over now," Nyla answered.

She took the document and instructed the driver to take her to Prospectus Technology.

Half an hour later, she arrived. As she waited for the elevator, her phone rang again.

Seeing the name on the screen, she d answered, "I'm alread

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Damon's urgent voice cut her off. "Nyla, Buddy has been taken by Gabriel!"

"What?" Nyla blurted.

The file slipped from her hands as her mind went blank.

When she recovered, she gripped the phone tightly. "What are you talking about? Buddy's at home taking a nap. How could Gabriel have taken him?"

"I'm coming down now. Wait for me," Damon said, and the call ended abruptly.