Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Nyla pursed her lips, remaining silent.

Seeing her hesitation, Valarie added, "Nyla, just think about my suggestion. I believe it makes sense to cooperate with them for now. Once we deal with Drake, we can address their past actions. What do you think?"

Nyla looked at her. "I understand. I'll think about it. You should head back now."noveldrama

With that, she stood and left.

Valarie's argument had some merit, but Nyla could tell she wasn't only considering things from her and Damon's perspective. Valarie likely wanted Damon to go easy on the companies that had previously turned on Prospectus Technology.

Back in her bedroom, Nyla sat in a lounge chair on the balcony, thinking for a long while before dialing Damon's number.

The call was answered quickly.

"Nyla, what is it?" Damon asked.

"Valarie came to see me just now. She asked me to intercede for the companies that turned on Prospectus Technology and to convince you to give them another chance," she replied.

There was silence on the other end of the line.

After a moment, Damon asked, "What do you think?"

"At first, I didn't want to help her, but she said something that made sense. Right now, you're fighting Drake alone, and it's exhausting. If those companies can help you, restarting a partnership with them might not be a bad idea. But if you do, you have to stay vigilant and never give them the chance to betray you again," she reminded him.

She paused, lowering her gaze. "That's just my opinion. Ultimately, the decision is yours. I don't understand the business world."

Damon chuckled. "I understand. I'll think about it carefully. You just focus on taking care of Buddy and enjoy your days. If you want to return to work, you're always welcome back. I'll handle the rest."

"Alright. I won't disturb you anymore," Nyla replied.

"Okay, I'll be home for dinner tonight," Damon said.

"Mm," she hummed in response.

After hanging up, Damon's expression turned cold. He immediately called Brandon. "How are you handling your girlfriend? I won't mind stepping in if you can't manage her."

Brandon, caught off guard during a meeting, was confused. "Uncle Damon, what's going on? What did Valarie do?"

"You should ask her yourself. I'm warning you keep her from bothering Nyla. I

don't want her dragging Nyla into business matters," Damon warned.

Before Brandon could respond, the call abruptly ended.

...

Standing up, Brandon said coldly, "The meeting will resume in 15 minutes."

Leaving the conference room, he returned to his office and called Valarie. The phone rang for a while without an answer. They'd had a fight recently, and he had been too busy to talk to her. He'd planned to visit her tonight, but now she was bringing up an issue.

On the third call, Valarie finally picked up, her tone impatient. "What is it?"

Brandon took a deep breath. "Valarie, what did you say to Aunt Nyla today?"

"How do you know I went to see her? Were you spying on me?!" Valarie's voice rose with anger. They had argued about this before, and she hadn't expected him to break his promise.

Frustrated, Brandon replied coldly, "Do you think I have time for that? Uncle Damon called to warn me-stop bothering Aunt Nyla with business matters."

"Brandon, what do you mean by 'bother'? This concerns her too. Do you really think she can stay out of it?" Valarie shot back.