Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1262

The driver got out, walked over to open the door for Nyla, and said, "Ms. Kinsey, Madam asked me to pick you up and drop you off from now on."

Recognizing the driver from Emerald's estate, Nyla pressed her lips together before replying, "I'm going to dinner with Andre tonight. Please take me to Tewel."

"Of course, Ms. Kinsey," the driver replied.

Soon, the car arrived at Tewel.

Before getting out, Nyla told the driver, "I'll be having dinner with Andre for about two hours. You can find a place to eat in the meantime."

"Alright, Ms. Kinsey," the driver answered.

Once Nyla left the car, the driver immediately called Emerald. "Madam, Ms. Kinsey is having dinner with Mr. Quinnett tonight. I've dropped her off at Tewel, and they'll likely be eating for about two hours."

"Understood. Keep an eye on her and let me know if anything unusual happens," Emerald instructed.

"Of course, Madam," the driver replied.

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Emerald hung up and was about to set her phone down when it rang again.

Seeing it was Jenny, she answered the call with a slightly hardened gaze. "What's going on?"

"Ms. Kinsey... Ms. Nyla told us this afternoon that we're no longer allowed to work overtime. She said that if we stay late again, our salary will be docked," Jenny reported.

Emerald leaned back in her chair with a sneer.

Did Nyla think she could run things now? She couldn't possibly think she was actually managing the company, right?

However, with so many eyes on Kajer Tech, any intervention now would ruin Emerald's plan.

After a moment of thought, she spoke in a low voice. "She's the boss of Kajer now. Just follow what she says."

"If she doesn't want to eat, then let her go hungry," she replied.

Missing one meal wouldn't kill Delia.

She had been too indulgent with Brian and Delia—one of them had gotten into a huge mess, and the other was constantly throwing tantrums over trivial matters, like fighting over a few pieces of clothing.

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Delia had been waiting for Filipe to call her down for dinner in her room.

After waiting for a while and noticing it was already half an hour past dinnertime, her impatience grew, and hunger began to kick in.

She gritted her teeth, opened the door, and went downstairs.

When she reached the dining room, she found the table completely empty, and the kitchen spotless—there was no food left for her. She frowned.