Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1043

By midday, Tim still refused to see Gabriel.

Gabriel, considering taking a break and returning later, received a call from his secretary.

"Mr. Hackett, I found out Mr. Westcott has a girlfriend. Perhaps she could help arrange a meeting," his secretary said.

A spark lit in Gabriel's eyes. "Send me her details right away."

The secretary quickly forwarded the information.

Tim's girlfriend, Crystal Glasco, came from an average family and worked as his assistant.

Her background was straightforward—a bachelor's degree and a job at the Westcott Group right after graduation, where she became Tim's assistant.

Their relationship, however, was more about Tim keeping her than about them being equals. That said, their three years together suggested Tim held some level of affection for her.

After reviewing the details, Gabriel immediately called his secretary back. "Find a way to contact Crystal. I need to meet her today."

…

At around 8:00 p.m., Crystal entered an upscale restaurant in Capitarnia. Spotting Gabriel, she flashed a polite smile and sat across from him.

"Mr. Hackett, what can I do for you?" she asked.

"Ms. Glasco," Gabriel greeted with a genial smile. "I understand you're Mr. Westcott's girlfriend. I've been trying to meet with him, but he hasn't been receptive. I was hoping you could help arrange an introduction."

Crystal had anticipated this request. Given her relationship with Tim, arranging such a meeting would be simple—it all depended on whether Gabriel could make it worth her while.

Just as the appetizers arrived, his secretary called. "Mr. Hackett, Ms. Glasco just informed me. 7:00 p.m. tomorrow at the CE Private Kitchen."

Gabriel smirked. "Good. Got it."

…

The next evening, at precisely 7:00 p.m., Gabriel arrived at the private dining venue.

Inside, he quickly spotted Tim and Crystal seated by a window. Straightening his suit, he strode over as if by coincidence.

"Mr. Westcott! Fancy running into you here," he greeted.

Tim glanced up, his expression neutral. "Mr. Hackett. Good evening."