Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Chapter 684



"Okay," Nyla answered.

After seeing Oliver off, she bathed Mason and put him to bed.

Hesitating for a moment, she texted Damon to ask if he was free the next night, as she planned to drop Mason off.

Damon responded quickly.

Damon: [I'm free. What's up?]

Nyla: [I'm going to an auction tomorrow night, and I might be back late. Buddy should be asleep by then, and I don't want him to be scared if he's alone at home.]This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Damon was typing for several minutes before his reply came through.

Damon: [Okay. I have to attend the same auction, but Lydia can put Buddy to bed.]

Nyla hadn't expected him to be going too, but Lydia was a better choice than the new nanny.

Nyla: [Alright.]

Damon didn't reply after that, so Nyla put her phone away and went to shower and sleep.

...

After exiting the texting app, Damon called Spencer from his study. His voice was cold as he instructed, "Get me a ticket for tomorrow night's auction."

Spencer sounded surprised. "But Mr. Sumner, you said you weren't interested in that auction."

Damon didn't respond and hung up abruptly.

Holding his phone, Spencer sighed, thinking it was impossible to understand what went on in a man's heart.

The next evening arrived quickly.

Nyla dropped Mason off at Damon's villa and reminded Oliver not to pick her up, as she would drive there herself.

When Damon saw her about to leave, he asked casually, "Did you drive?"

She nodded. "Yeah, why?"

"My car is in the shop for

maintenance. Since you'll return to pick up Buddy anyway, would mind giving me a lift?" Damon

asked.

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Nyla frowned. "All your cars are in for maintenance?"

"Yeah," Damon replied.

Seeing his insistence, Nyla agreed.

"Thanks," Damon said.

"No problem," Nyla replied.

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When they arrived at the auction, there was still half an hour before it began.

Oliver was already waiting for Nyla at the entrance.

When he saw Damon behind her, a trace of displeasure crossed his face. It seemed Damon had completely ignored his warning. "Nyla, how come you're here with Mr. Sumner?" he asked.

Nyla replied indifferently, "He had all his cars sent for maintenance, and since I was dropping Buddy off, he got a ride with me." Oliver was speechless. He had underestimated Damon's shamelessness. To think he would concoct an excuse like that.

With a forced smile, he mocked, "What a coincidence. It seems Mr. Sumner's maintenance schedule is quite impeccable." Damon's expression remained nonchalant. "My team was careless. Please don't mind this embarrassment of mine."

"Who would dare to? But if I may

say, you might want to reconsider your staff. Tonight may only be a minor auction, but the

consequences can be serious if they mishandle something important in the future," Oliver advised.

Meeting Oliver's icy stare, Damon smirked. "I'll keep that in mind."

Sensing the tension between the two men, Nyla frowned and stepped closer to Oliver. "Let's go inside."

"Sure." Oliver took her hand and led her inside, not sparing Damon another glance.

Damon's gaze hardened at the sight of their intertwined hands, and a chill spread around him.

Noticing Oliver's quick pace and apparent displeasure, Nyla pressed her lips together before apologizing, "I'm sorry, Oliver. I didn't think things through today. It won't happen again."