Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1282

Once his men left, Darcy freshened up and walked into the living room.

Mary and Vik were already awake.

He turned to Mary. "Mary, take Vik to the hospital after breakfast to stay with Edward. Leave the rest to me."

Mary nodded, though her gaze was filled with worry. "Be careful."

"I've weathered bigger storms than this. A small matter like this is nothing," Darcy reassured her.

After breakfast, Mary and Vik left while Darcy prepared to call a meeting.

Just as he was about to gather his allies, his phone rang.

He narrowed his eyes when he saw Emerald's name on the screen. Answering, he said, "Emerald, what brings you to call me at this hour?"

"I'm back. Come to the estate immediately," Emerald said coolly.

Darcy's expression darkened. He hadn't expected her to return so soon.

"You're not joking, are you?" he asked.

"You'll know when you get here." With that, Emerald hung up.

A sense of unease crept into Darcy's heart. He immediately called one of the family members who had pledged their support to him the day before.

The phone rang for a long time before the other party finally picked up. "Darcy? Why are you calling so early?"

"Did you know that Emerald is back?" Darcy asked.

There was a pause on the other end before the person's shocked voice echoed. "What?! How did she return so fast?"

As soon as his car pulled up to the gate, a maid stepped forward, opened the door for him, and bowed respectfully. "Mr. Payne, Madam is waiting for you in the garden. Please follow me."

Darcy didn't speak. His face was cold as he nodded and followed the maid inside.

In the gazebo, Emerald was sipping tea. When she saw him, she smirked.

"Darcy, you got here quite fast. Have a seat," she invited.

Darcy scoffed and sat down across from her. "Emerald, since we're past the point of pretending, let's get to the point. Hand over control of the Nixons, and I'll release Delia."

Emerald raised an eyebrow. "And what if I refuse?"

Darcy's expression turned ice-cold. "Then I'll have no choice but to use force. When that happens, I can't guarantee what will come next."

Emerald chuckled. "So, should I be thanking you for giving me a choice?"