Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 961

Upon hearing that, Damon set the file in his hand down and said, "The purpose of Starlite's project is likely to bring down the Wilkie Group."

Unfortunately, neither Jane nor Pedro had caught on. They were walking straight into the trap.

Not that Damon cared. Whether the Wilkie Group sank or swam meant nothing to him.

"I recall that Starlite is a subsidiary of Nyce Tech. Look into who's really behind Nyce Tech," Damon instructed.

A project this massive wouldn't happen without someone from Nyce Tech's higher-ups signing off. The general manager of Starlite Enterprise wouldn't dare act alone, no matter how bold they were.

"Mr. Sumner, the owner behind Nyce Tech has never shown their face publicly. Finding out who it is might take some time," Spencer replied.

Damon raised an eyebrow. "Isn't Falcon idle right now?"

After Falcon's investigation into Drake in Meristate had been exposed, the entire team had been recalled locally and were currently on leave.

If Falcon found out their break was being cut short, they'd probably curse Damon for being a relentless taskmaster.

"Understood. I'll contact them immediately," Spencer said.

Exiting the office, Spencer dialed Falcon's team lead. "Mr. Sumner wants you to investigate who's behind Nyce Tech."

Predictably, a string of curses erupted from the other end.

"I've only been on vacation for a few days! I'm lying on a beach, enjoying the sun with a gorgeous woman, and you hit me with this?"

Spencer sympathized for a moment before saying firmly, "Do it quickly."

"Got it…" the other party muttered.

In the lab…

Nyla didn't look at her again, turning instead to discuss the latest experiment results with Leon.

Ruby lowered her eyes, wiping away the redness threatening to appear. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to focus entirely on the experiment.

For the rest of the day, she didn't make any more mistakes.

When work ended that evening, she packed up her tools quickly and clocked out without delay.

Truthfully, she had nothing urgent to do at home, but she couldn't concentrate in the lab either. Her mind kept circling back to the box Sullivan had left for her.

The night before, she had finally cracked the password to open it. Inside was a key, a property deed, and a letter addressed to her.

The letter revealed that Sullivan had purchased an apartment in downtown Saintornia under her name. She had no idea how he'd pulled it off, but the deed listed her as the sole owner.