Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 405

Gabriel offered a slight smile. "Mr. Sumner, haven't you heard the saying that an older brother is like a father? Nyla is quite innocent, so as her older brother, it's natural for me to look after her."

Gabriel and Damon locked eyes, and the atmosphere between them grew icy. They each understood the other's unspoken message.

Damon didn't believe that a stepbrother would treat his stepsister as well as a real sibling. Furthermore, his investigation had shown that their relationship was poor.

Upon recalling the auction where Gabriel had deliberately competed with him for The Lone Tear, Damon's expression darkened.

"In that case, I should consider you a brother as well," Damon suggested.

Gabriel sneered. "I've never seen anyone as shameless as you."

Nyla frowned at Damon. "Mr. Sumner, what exactly do you want to say? If you're finished, you can leave."

After a moment of silence, Damon realized it wasn't the best time to continue the discussion. He said quietly, "We'll talk about this another time."

With that, the door slammed shut.

Gabriel and Damon exchanged glances at the closed door, both brimming with animosity.

Gabriel's smile deepened, clearly pleased that Nyla had shut the door on Damon. "Mr. Sumner, still standing here after being shown the door?"

"Mr. Hackett, don't you think you're overstepping your bounds?" Damon's eyes were radiating a chilling hostility.

Gabriel's smile widened. "Since you seem to enjoy lingering, I won't keep you company. Goodbye."

With that, Gabriel walked toward the elevator.

After Gabriel left, Damon also turned to leave.

Nyla struggled to get Valarie into the car and fasten her seatbelt. She was about to return to the driver's seat when Valarie suddenly hugged her neck and started crying, "W-Why did he treat me like this..."

Nyla frowned. Could this be about Tom?

She intended to comfort Valarie but soon realized that drunk people often had irrational reactions.

While trying to soothe Valarie, she became the target of her distress. Valarie grabbed and scratched her, leaving stinging red marks on Nyla's arms and face.

Nyla couldn't help but think that if Valarie got drunk again, she might never come to her aid. It was too much of a hassle.

Seeing that Valarie had finally fallen asleep, Nyla drove off.

What she didn't notice was that a black, unmarked car slowly started and followed her.