Lahat ng Kabanata ng Trading My Ex for His Uncle: Kabanata 1121 - Kabanata 1130

Nyla paused for a moment, then looked up at Damon. "When did you buy this?""On my way back. I saw it while waiting at a red light and thought it would be perfect for you, so I bought it," he answered.Nyla took the necklace. The pendant was in the shape of a snowflake, sparkling beautifully under the light. She instantly loved it. "It's so beautiful! I really like it.""I'm glad you like it. So, can you forgive me, just for the sake of this necklace?" Damon asked.Nyla nodded with a smile. "Alright, I'll forgive you this time, just because of the necklace!"She walked to the mirror to check how it looked, then placed it into a nearby jewelry box.A look of confusion crossed Damon's face. "You like it, right? Why aren't you wearing it?""I'll wear it the next time I go out. Go check if Buddy is awake. I'll freshen up first," she replied.He nodded. "Okay."Nyla went into the bathroom to freshen up.When she came out, she saw Damon still standing in the bedroom.Unable to res

"Then what about you? What are you going to do?" Wren asked, her face etched with sadness and pain as she looked at Gabriel.No matter what happened, Gabriel was her only son. If he couldn't make it out of this situation, she felt her own life would lose its meaning.Gabriel's expression remained indifferent. "What happens to me is none of your concern. Just take care of yourself.""What kind of nonsense is that? How can I not care about you?" Wren demanded.Gabriel glanced at her, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Even if you want to care, you can't do anything about it."Don't come to see me again. I won't meet with you again. Just live your life with the money you'll be getting each month."As for Wilhelm, with Jane supporting him, he won't have to worry about food or clothing. There's nothing for me to stress over."Wren's face drained of color, and she stared at him, her lips trembling. "Why do you sound like you're saying your last words... Gabriel, don't scare me like this."

"I overheard it earlier. Apparently, Nyla is related by blood to a key member of the Nixons, but I don't know exactly who," Tom revealed.To be honest, he didn't even know who the main members of the Nixons were. He had only heard of them but had never met anyone from that family.From what he had gathered, even someone like Drake would need to schedule an appointment far in advance just to meet with them.Damon's gaze hardened. His first thought was of Nyla's mother. After her divorce from Harrison, she had reportedly left for overseas in a hurry.Could it be that she had somehow ended up becoming a member of the Nixons and gained a position of influence? If that were the case, it would explain why Drake was after Nyla.Damon looked up at Tom. "Got it. Is there anything else you know?""Drake's pretty guarded around me, so he doesn't let me in on much. But I do have a close relationship with one of his trusted associates."One time, we were drinking, and his associate let it sl

Bruce Pollock quickly lowered his head, his voice tinged with fear. "I'm sorry, Boss... I didn't think it through.""This month's salary is docked. If this happens again, you won't stay by my side," the man warned."Understood," Bruce replied."Well? Are you just going to stand there and wait for me to move these cars myself? Get them out of the way!" The man's tone was icy, and his cold stare made Bruce shiver."I'll handle it right away!" Bruce answered.The man turned back to Nyla, his expression shifting to one of guilt. "Ms. Kinsey, I must apologize. My subordinates lack proper discipline. I take full responsibility and hope you can forgive their behavior."Nyla stared at him coldly. "There's no need to play the good cop. Who exactly are you, and why did you block my car?"The man chuckled lightly at the distrust in her eyes. "Ms. Kinsey, I truly am sorry. How about stepping out of the car so we can find a quiet place to talk?""I'm not getting out of this car. Who knows w

Drake smirked. "You really think I'd let her find out?"Tom's face darkened. "Drake, so no matter what I do—whether I talk or stay silent—you never intended to let me or Valarie walk out of this alive, did you?""I've already told you, your survival depends on whether you tell me the truth. If you insist on lying and sealing your own fate, there's nothing I can do for you," Drake countered.Tom clenched his fists at his sides, a deep sense of regret washing over him.If only he hadn't accepted Drake's help in the first place, he wouldn't have ended up in this mess. Regret, however, was useless now.If it were just him, he wouldn't care whether he lived or died. But now that Valarie had been dragged into this, it felt as though Drake had seized him by his weakest point.Taking a deep breath, Tom was about to speak when the sound of approaching footsteps echoed from the doorway.Everyone in the living room turned to look.Damon strode in, flanked by more than a dozen men who quic