Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1221

If they couldn't find Nyla by 6:00 p.m., the banquet would have to be canceled, and Emerald would become a laughingstock.

At another estate on the west side of the city…

Nyla was having lunch in the garden with an elderly man who appeared to be around 70, his graying hair neatly combed.

"Ms. Kinsey, try this truffle omelet. It's the chef's specialty," the old man said.

Nyla smiled and nodded. "Thank you."

After breakfast, they took a walk through the garden.

"Ms. Kinsey, how does my estate compare to your mother's?" the old man asked.

Nyla glanced around, then smiled. "Each has its own charm. Both are beautiful."

"And which one do you prefer?" he pressed.

Nyla thought for a moment before meeting his gaze. "Do you want the truth or a polite answer?"

"The truth, of course," he replied.

She answered honestly, "I prefer Ms. Kinsey's estate because it has my favorite Damask roses."

"Just because of that?" he asked, amused.

"Yes," Nyla said simply.

The old man chuckled. "Alright. When I take over the Nixons, I'll give you that estate as a token of gratitude for helping me."

Nyla smiled. "You're not lying to me, are you?"

"Of course not. I always keep my word," he assured her.

"Well then, I wish you success in advance," she said.

"As long as you help me, I will definitely take the Nixons," he declared confidently.

After a short stroll, the old man retired to rest while Nyla, under his secretary's arrangements, began preparing for what was to come.

Nyla had mysteriously disappeared after leaving the estate last night, and none of her people had been able to track her down.

She suspected that the person backing Prospectus Technology was the same one who had taken Nyla.

Several names flashed through her mind, but she couldn't be certain.

She exhaled slowly, her voice sharp. "Continue pressing Prospectus Technology, but focus on finding out who's behind them."

"Understood, Madam. I'll notify them immediately," the butler said.

"Wait. Any news on Nyla?" Emerald asked.

The butler hesitated. "Still nothing..."

"Got it. Call Alexander over," she instructed.

Once the butler left, the atmosphere in the living room grew even heavier.

Delia remained silent, too afraid to move. She frantically texted Alexander. If Emerald weren't in the room, she would have already sent a voice message or called him directly.