Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1082

Mason nodded. "I know. That's the money I earned myself."

"You earned?" Nyla repeated.

The couple stared at Mason in disbelief. How could a five-year-old possibly earn that kind of money?

Damon frowned and crouched beside him. "Buddy, do you know there's 1 trillion dollars in that account? Do you understand how much that is?"

Mason shook his head. "No... but it really is the money I earned."

Damon asked, "Then tell Daddy, how did you earn it?"

Mason hesitated, his expression conflicted. "Daddy... can I not tell you?"

He had promised the person who helped him earn the money that he wouldn't reveal anything about it.

"Buddy, if you don't tell us, we can't be sure if this money is really yours," Damon replied gently but firmly.

Mason thought for a moment before shaking his head again. "I can't say."

Damon was about to push further when Nyla placed a hand on his arm, stopping him.

She turned to Mason, smiling softly. "Okay, if you don't want to tell us, we won't force you. Go back to class now, and Mommy will pick you up after school."

"Okay… Mommy, you're not mad, right?" Mason looked up at her, his eyes wide with concern.

Seeing his anxious little face, Nyla smiled. "No, sweetheart. You're a big boy now. If you don't want to talk about it, that's okay. Mommy and Daddy aren't mad."

She nudged Damon with her elbow as she spoke.

Damon forced a smile and nodded. "Daddy's not mad either. Go back to class, okay?"

Reassured, Mason nodded happily. "Okay! Bye, Mommy! Bye, Daddy!"

As his small figure disappeared into the school building, Damon turned to Nyla. "Why didn't you let me press him further?"

Thinking of the 1 trillion dollars on the card, he felt restless.

Before long, he had results.

The funds in the account were all transferred legally and deposited in increments over the past two years, almost monthly.

"Boss, the money came from an overseas bank. Monthly deposits—regular and consistent. The most recent one is from last month," a Falcon member reported.

Damon asked, "Can you trace where it's from in particular?"

The member hesitated. "It's linked to the Nixons' bank account from Meristate. Beyond that, I can't dig deeper—there are no recorded names in the system."

Upon hearing the Nixons, Damon's expression darkened further. He remembered the connection to Drake, who had worked for them.

"Keep digging into Drake," he ordered.

"Yes, sir," the member answered.

Hanging up, Damon tightened his grip on his phone.