Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1237

Emerald raised an eyebrow and leaned back in her chair, a mocking glint in her eyes as she looked at Nyla. "I thought you'd make some outrageous demand, but this is it?"

Her tone dripped with disdain, as if ridiculing Nyla for not seizing the opportunity to ask for more.

Nyla remained expressionless. "Yes, that's my only condition."

"Fine, I agree. Now, will you sign it?" Emerald asked.

Without another word, Nyla picked up the pen and signed her name at the bottom of the document. She clicked the pen shut, placed it atop the papers, turned, and walked out.

Emerald narrowed her eyes as she watched Nyla leave.

After confirming the signature, she immediately called her assistant to take the document and begin the legal process.

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Word quickly spread through Meristate's high society—Emerald had transferred all her shares in Kajer Tech to Nyla.

Some saw it as a clear sign that Emerald was grooming Nyla to take over the Nixons. After all, Kajer Tech generated billions in revenue each year, making it one of the family's most profitable businesses.

Even Brian and Delia, who had grown up under Emerald's care, had only received moderately successful companies. Emerald had never shown any intention of making them her successors.

However, while some accepted this shift, others remained skeptical, watching closely to see what would happen next.

Then there were those who outright refused to believe it.

To them, it made no sense. Emerald had spent years apart from Nyla—why would she suddenly hand over control of such a critical company to a daughter she barely knew?

When they imagined themselves in Emerald's position, they simply couldn't fathom doing the same.

Shutting the door, Nyla gave up on going back to sleep. She freshened up, changed her clothes, and made her way to the study.

When she arrived, she simply pushed the door open and walked in.

Emerald frowned, clearly displeased with her lack of manners. But instead of scolding her, she let it go—perhaps realizing it wouldn't make a difference.

"Ms. Kinsey," Nyla began. "You had someone wake me up at the crack of dawn and drag me here. I assume this must be something urgent?"

There was a biting sarcasm in her voice, and Emerald's expression darkened. "Of course it's important. Starting tomorrow, you'll wake up at 6:30 a.m. every day.

"By 7:00 a.m., you must be washed, dressed, and have finished breakfast. Then, you'll begin your business management training.

"Mornings will be spent learning at home, and in the afternoons, you'll go to the company to handle affairs."