Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 888

Nyla nodded and turned to Damon. "Looks like you have work to take care of. I'll go put Buddy to bed."

"Alright," Damon said, then turned to Spencer. "Let's talk in the study."

Once inside, with the door closed, Damon handed Spencer two hair samples.

"Take these in for testing. I need the results within a day," he instructed.

Spencer carefully took the samples. "Understood, Mr. Sumner."

"How's the investigation on Drake coming along?" Damon asked.

Spencer's expression grew tense.

Lowering his voice, he said, "Drake knows someone's looking into him, and Falcon was almost caught. They've stepped back for now."

Damon's gaze hardened. "Got it. Tell them to lay low and stay out of sight for a while."

"Alright. But they did manage to find out that this 'Amy' is somehow connected to the Nixons," Spencer added.

"That fits with what I suspected. The Nixons have deep roots in Meristate, and any investigation will be risky. Keep tabs on Tom—let me know if he makes any moves," Damon replied.

"Understood," Spencer said.

Once Spencer left, Damon sat alone in the study, lost in thought for a while before finally heading back upstairs.

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Late that night, Nyla's phone suddenly rang, pulling her from sleep.

Groggily, she reached for it and answered. "Hello?"

"Nyla, Brandon is too much... I'll never forgive him... sniff..." Valarie's voice was tearful and slurred, nearly drowned out by loud background noise. She sounded like she was at a bar.

Nyla glanced at the clock. It was 3:00 a.m.

Her frown deepened with worry. "Valarie, where are you right now?"