Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 865

After Valarie left, Charlotte finally got to the point. "Aunt Nyla, does your father have a unit in Sunshine Paradise?"

"Yeah, why do you suddenly ask?" Nyla replied.

Sunshine Paradise was where her family's old house was. Harrison had moved there after getting out of the hospital.

"That area is about to be redeveloped. It won't be long before someone comes to discuss compensation with your father," Charlotte explained.

"How do you know about this? And why are you telling me?" Nyla's gaze was cold as she looked at Charlotte.

Charlotte sighed. "My company is planning to collaborate with the Wilkie Group on that land, but the residents aren't keen on moving."

Seeing that Nyla remained silent, she paused before continuing. "I came here to ask if you could discuss it with Mr. Jayston. If you agree to be the first to relocate, I can help you apply for an extra unit."

"Ms. Sumner, I might not be able to help you with that. My dad might not want to move," Nyla replied.

All these years, he had held onto that old place because it was filled with memories of their family. Moreover, when Nyla last visited Harrison, she noticed that most of the residents were older people who had lived there for decades and had formed deep attachments. That was probably why they were reluctant to leave.

"Aunt Nyla, the compensation could be in the millions, and each family would receive two units. I think you should talk to your father about it," Charlotte suggested.

She thought the offer was generous. If that land wasn't in such a prime location, the compensation would only be between 150,000 dollars and 300,000 dollars at most—definitely not more.

Nyla shook her head. "I can't decide this, but I'll pass along what you said."

Upon hearing this, Charlotte sensed a chance and quickly said, "Thank you, Aunt Nyla!"

"If there's nothing else, Ms. Sumner, I'll take my leave," Nyla said.

When Valarie saw it was Tom, her smile instantly vanished, and her expression turned cold.

Tom didn't seem bothered by her indifference and sat down directly across from her and Nyla.

"Valarie, can we talk?" he asked.

Valarie looked at him icily. "Tom, I did intend to talk to you when I came to this banquet, but now I don't want to. Professionally, the business between the Weir Group and the Genges is not for me to discuss, and personally, we broke up five years ago—there's nothing to talk about."

Tom gazed at her with a mixture of helplessness and affection. "Valarie, you haven't changed at all."

Valarie frowned and raised her gaze to him. "Tom, could you stop looking at me so disgustingly? I'm afraid I'll throw up my dinner."