Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 867

"Okay," Damon said as he gently tucked a stray hair behind Nyla's ear and leaned closer to her.

Suddenly, Valarie's voice interrupted them. "Mr. Sumner, PDAs are prohibited!"

Damon was momentarily speechless. He pulled back from Nyla and turned to Valarie.

"Ms. Weir, I'll remember this," he said.

Valarie replied confidently, "When you marry Nyla, I'll definitely be one of the bridesmaids. By the way, what was it you said you'd remember?"

Damon took a deep breath.

"I remembered that I ought to invite you over for dinner sometime," he replied.

Valarie raised an eyebrow. "Oh? I'm free any day. Feel free to contact me."

"Sure…" Damon muttered, his expression turning into a semi-scowl.

It seemed he would need to have a talk with Brandon soon about keeping his girlfriend in check.

Seeing Damon flustered was rare, and Nyla couldn't help but chuckle.

Damon glanced at her, his eyes silently reproachful.

Nyla forced herself to stop laughing.

"You should go talk business," she said.

Damon hummed in response.

After Damon left, Valarie sat down next to Nyla.

"By the way, I just saw Jane and Rebecca acting all sneaky. I wonder what they're up to," she said.

Recalling Jane's arrogant attitude during the fight between Mason and Wilhelm, Nyla instinctively frowned.

When Rebecca first approached Jane, she had expressed interest in acquiring a project from the Wilkie Group. Jane had promised to hand it over to the Preston Group once Nyla was out of the picture.

Rebecca gritted her teeth.

"Ms. Wilkie, is it possible you have no real authority over that project, which is why you keep delaying?" she asked.

If she didn't get that project soon, she wouldn't have the chance to run off with Nathaniel's money before he killed her.

The bruises from his previous attacks still throbbed with pain, and she couldn't bear the thought of enduring that hellish torment again.

If this went on, she would lose her mind.

Jane laughed mockingly, her tone condescending. "You're in no position to question me. Understand this—you're the one asking me for a favor, not the other way around. Who I give the project to is my choice."

She laid down her terms. "I'll give you another week. If there's still no progress, then the promises I made to you are void."

With that, she turned and walked away, not bothering to look back at Rebecca.