Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1114

Damon's tone was sharp and probing, his gaze cold and filled with suspicion.

Alexander knew Damon must have already uncovered his basic identity, but not his connection to the Nixons.

He smirked. "Buddy and I share a special bond. I was nearby, and he was hungry, so I brought him here for dinner before taking him home.

"As for how I knew about his kidnapping... I don't believe I owe you an explanation, Mr. Sumner."

With that, Alexander looked at Mason. "Buddy, your parents are here now, so I'll leave you with them. Goodbye."

Mason nodded. "Okay!"

Alexander gave Nyla a fleeting glance before turning and walking away with a smirk.

Damon stared at Alexander's retreating figure, his expression icy.

Only after Alexander drove off did Damon crouch down to Mason's level. "Buddy, who is this man? How do you know him?"

Mason had always been cautious around strangers. If he'd told Alexander his name, they must have already known each other.

Yet when Damon had investigated Nyla and Mason's lives over the past five years, there had been no mention of someone like Alexander.

Feigning confusion, Mason pouted. "Daddy, what are you talking about? I don't understand."

Damon's brow furrowed, his expression darkening. "Buddy, don't lie to me. If he's dangerous, it could put you in harm's way."

Mason wanted to defend his master but hesitated. Finally, he said, "He saved me today. How could he be dangerous?"

Damon knelt before him to press further, but Nyla interjected, "Buddy, was that man the 'Master' you've mentioned before?"

Back at the villa, the imposter maid had already been handed over to the police, and Damon had tightened the estate's security measures.

Lydia, who had been drugged unconscious earlier, had regained consciousness.

A doctor examined both her and Mason and confirmed they were fine—Mason was just a bit shaken and needed rest.

Relieved, Damon and Nyla allowed Lydia to take Mason upstairs for a bath.

As Mason and Lydia disappeared up the staircase, Damon turned to Nyla, his voice low and serious. "What do you think of Buddy's so-called master? Could he be dangerous? I can't shake the feeling that he has some ulterior motive for approaching Buddy."

No normal person would take a random five-year-old as an apprentice, let alone give him so much money.

Nyla pressed her lips together, nodding. "I agree. But right now, Buddy trusts him completely and clearly doesn't want to tell us the truth. We'll have to tread carefully."