Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1207

Emerald put down the documents in her hand and narrowed her eyes. "Who told you that?"

Nyla stared at her coldly. "Does it really matter who told me? If you're not going to follow through on what we agreed upon, then I won't stay here and be your puppet."

Emerald met Nyla's icy gaze, laughed mockingly, and leaned back in her chair, a trace of ridicule flashing through her eyes. "You think you have a choice?"

From the moment Nyla agreed to come to Meristate, she had lost all say in the matter. Any bargaining power she thought she had was nothing more than an illusion.

Emerald had never intended to keep her promise.

Why would she provide resources to strengthen Damon's company, only for him to use them against her in the future? That would be nothing short of insanity—nurturing her own enemy.

As for Nyla, whether she liked it or not, she had to obey. There was no other option.

Nyla studied Emerald for a moment, then nodded. "Alright, I understand."

With that, she turned and left without another word.

Emerald's expression remained unreadable as she watched Nyla's retreating figure, her eyes dark and calculating.

Back in her room, Nyla took out her phone and sent a message to Damon.

He didn't respond immediately.

She wasn't in a rush. Instead, she opened her laptop and began researching the Nixons.

Over an hour later, Damon finally replied.

It was just one word.

Damon: [Okay.]

Nyla deleted their conversation history and continued reading.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, a maid knocked on her door, calling her to dinner.

Nyla quietly ate her meal.

Surprisingly, she felt no sadness, no resentment—just an overwhelming sense of calm.

After finishing, she set down her utensils and stood up. "I'm done. You all enjoy your meal."

For a brief moment, the previously lively dining room fell silent.

Emerald looked at her, her expression dark with disapproval. "Do you have no table manners whatsoever? Didn't you see that we're all still eating? You should wait until we've finished before getting up!"

Nyla met her gaze, fully aware that Emerald didn't care about table manners. She was just looking for an excuse to put her in a difficult spot.

"Ms. Kinsey, I apologize, but as I've mentioned before, my mother only gave birth to me—she never taught me the table manners you're referring to. So, I don't have those things. I'm sure you understand that, don't you?" Nyla retorted before walking away.

"Nyla, stop right there!" Emerald shouted.