Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1231

As soon as Darcy finished speaking, dozens of men in black suddenly surrounded Emerald and her people, cutting off any escape.

Emerald's expression darkened, her eyes burning with anger and frustration as she glared at Darcy. "Darcy, do you have to go against me at every turn?"

Darcy sneered. "Emerald, you and I have always been on opposite sides. If you want to take Edward, fine—just as long as the people you brought can defeat mine."

His tone dripped with contempt, his confidence unmistakable—he had no doubt that Emerald's men were no match for his own.

The standoff stretched on until Emerald clenched her teeth and said coldly, "Darcy, you're going to regret this."

Darcy smirked. "Instead of wasting time threatening me, you should focus on keeping your position as the head of the Nixons. Once Edward recovers, you won't have a say in the family's affairs anymore."

With that, he turned and left with Mary and Edward.

As their car merged into traffic, the men in black swiftly dispersed.

On the drive back, Emerald's expression remained grim. If she had her way, she would get rid of Darcy and Mary this instant.

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Mary glanced at Darcy, her face clouded with worry. "Edward's condition is getting worse. We have to move up our plan. If he dies, Emerald will come after my son and me first."

When Edward was in good health, Mary had relied on his favor to disregard Emerald and her children.

But she knew all too well—her power came solely from Edward's presence. Once he was gone, she would have nothing.

She had to ensure her son became the next head of the Nixons before Edward died. That was the only way she and her child would survive.

Not long after, a man with blond hair and deep-set blue eyes, dressed in a tailcoat, entered the pavilion.

He seemed slightly surprised to find someone there, but then recognition flashed in his eyes.

Smiling, he stepped forward and greeted Nyla in her native language, "Hello, Ms. Kinsey."

Nyla was caught off guard. If not for the man's foreign features, she would have never guessed he wasn't a native speaker. She greeted him back. "Hello. And you are?"

"My name is Andre Quinnett. It's a pleasure to meet you," he replied.

His friendly demeanor put Nyla slightly on edge, but she responded politely. "I'm Nyla Kinsey. Nice to meet you too."

After exchanging names, Andre studied her curiously. "Ms. Kinsey, you're the guest of honor at tonight's banquet. Why are you sitting here alone?"