Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1226

"I don't need a stylist. I've brought my own dress," Nyla said.

Upon hearing that, Emerald's gaze fell on the box beside Nyla.

The box bore the logo of a small, niche luxury brand from Meristate—DG. This brand was little known to the public, circulating almost exclusively within high society.

Unlike some brands that prominently displayed their logos, DG embroidered its insignia in a discreet, hidden spot inside its garments. From the outside, there was no way to tell it was theirs.

Their seasonal collections were always breathtaking, featuring exquisite designs, and ordering from them required a reservation made three months in advance.

Just from the box alone, Emerald could tell that whoever had taken Nyla last night was someone of considerable status.

She opened the box. The moment her eyes landed on the iridescent, mermaid-style strapless gown inside, her expression darkened.

She recognized this dress—it had been reserved three months ago by a mysterious buyer.

As the saying went, nothing stayed hidden forever. No matter how elusive someone was, as long as there was a lead, they could be found.

Emerald sneered. "Since you already have the dress, go ahead and wear it."

With that, she turned and walked out.

Back in her study, she immediately called DG's chief designer, Bell Burton.

"Bell, if I'm not mistaken, you designed a mermaid-style strapless gown three months ago, and it was purchased by a mysterious buyer. Am I right?"

A cheerful male voice answered from the other end. "Yes, Ms. Kinsey. What's the matter?"

"I want to know who that buyer was," Emerald stated.

…

After Bell ended the call, he turned to the old man sitting across from him with a sly smile. "The big fish has taken the bait."

"Enjoy the evening," the old man replied.

…

When Nyla returned to her room, a stylist and a makeup artist were already waiting by the vanity.

As she entered, the makeup artist immediately spoke. "Ms. Kinsey, please have a seat. We don't have much time."

Nyla walked over and sat down. Just as the makeup artist and hairstylist were about to begin, she suddenly said, "By the way, I'll be wearing this dress tonight. Please style my hair and makeup to match it."