Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1138

"Rain boots?" Damon guessed.

"No," Nyla replied curtly.

"Galoshes?" Damon tried again.

Nyla didn't bother responding.

"Knee-high socks?" Damon ventured.

"No! They're torn socks! Didn't you see the little ripped parts I drew?" Nyla cried.

"I thought those were just wear and tear," Damon reasoned.

For a moment, Nyla doubted her artistic ability. Was she really that bad at drawing?

"Damon, be honest with me. Are my drawings really that abstract?" she asked.

Damon hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Not exactly. Some words are just harder to draw. Maybe try simpler ones next time."

Mason, unbothered, chimed in, "Daddy, stop sugarcoating it. Her drawings are abstract."

Damon glared at him. "Be quiet."

Mason crossed his arms. "Fine. But I'm definitely not playing Pictionary with Mommy again!"

"Then I'll play with her!" Damon countered.

Mason and Nyla were both speechless.

Truthfully, Nyla didn't want to play this game anymore, either. She quickly said, "Alright, it's getting late. Let's have dinner."

"Okay," Damon and Mason chorused.

...

After dinner, Nyla followed Damon into the study.

"Damon, is something going on at the company? You seem distracted," she asked.

...

Pedro sneered when he heard that Nyla had refused to help. "I expected this. She and Damon are on the same side—there's no way she'd help us."

The thought of Damon holding 10% of the Wilkie Group's shares kept Pedro up at night, a heavy weight pressing on his chest.

Theo's face was grim. "Grandpa, what should we do now?"

Without recovering that 10%, managing the company would always feel precarious.

Pedro's expression darkened.

After a long silence, he finally spoke. "If Damon won't take the easy way, then we'll use force to get those shares back."

Theo's eyes lit up. "You mean..."

"There are plenty of companies in Saintornia that want to take down Prospectus Technology. If we can't work with Damon, we'll work with his rivals," Pedro said.