Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 931

Ruby's face paled as she gripped the hem of her shirt. "Nyla, I'm not trying to go against Prospectus Technology. I just want to hire a lawyer and see if there's anything I can do to help him."

"That's your business," Nyla replied coldly. "You don't need to discuss it with me. It's late—let's leave it at that."

After ending the call, Nyla took a deep breath, trying to suppress her anger.

To be fair, Ruby hadn't done anything wrong. After all, Sullivan had saved her twice, so it made sense that she'd want to help him.

However, Ruby should have handled this privately, finding a lawyer on her own instead of asking Nyla for assistance.

When Damon came out of the bathroom, towel-drying his hair, he noticed the irritation on Nyla's face and raised a brow. "Who upset you?"

"No one," she muttered.

After a brief hesitation, she asked, "By the way, is Sullivan really going to be locked up for life?"

Damon paused mid-motion, his tone tinged with jealousy. "Nyla, why are you so concerned about him?"

This was the second night in a row she had asked about Sullivan. Hearing her care about another man stirred waves of jealousy within him.

Maybe he should ensure that only female coworkers surrounded her in the future.

"I'm asking for Ruby," Nyla clarified. "He saved her twice, so she's naturally worried about him."

Damon's expression relaxed slightly, though his tone remained indifferent. "If he returns all the embezzled money, he might serve a year or two in prison. But he can forget about ever working in this industry again."

Someone caught embezzling company funds would never be hired by any reputable corporation again. Sullivan's career was effectively over.

"Oh," Nyla said, nodding. "Have you figured out who sent that anonymous email?"

There was a flicker in Damon's gaze before he replied, "No, it was an anonymous tip. Hard to trace."

After several days in custody, he had come to terms with his fate.

From the moment he had taken company funds, he had been aware this day would come—though he had hoped he wouldn't get caught.

Ruby studied him.

In just a few days, he had aged years. His hair was disheveled, his clothes wrinkled, and his face carried an air of defeat.

Her heart clenched as she spoke. "I spoke with Nyla. If you return all the stolen funds, you might only serve a year or two. Once you're out, you can start over."

Sullivan chuckled, his eyes filled with mockery. "So you're here to tell me to give the money back to Prospectus Technology?"

Ruby frowned, replying, "I'm saying this for your own good, Sullivan."