Trading My Ex for His Uncle



Tom had cheated on her five years ago, and now that she was in a new relationship, he was back to annoy her-what a persistent jerk!

After thinking for a moment, Valarie picked up her phone again and called Nyla.

"Nyla, are you going to the welcoming dinner for Tom at his family's place tonight?" she asked.

"I'm not planning to go. Why?" Nyla asked.

"You probably heard about what happened last night when I got drunk and mistook Tom for Brandon. I just explained to Brandon, but he was really cold. He's definitely upset.

"I want to go talk to Tom and make it clear that I don't want him bothering me anymore. Can you come with me?" Valarie asked.

If she went to meet Tom alone, Brandon would probably get even angrier if he found out.

Nyla sounded surprised. "Why not take Brandon with you? It would be more appropriate."

"Don't even mention it! I asked him to join me for the dinner, and he said he has to work late. It's obviously just an excuse," Valarie replied, sounding a bit defeated.

Nyla couldn't help but chuckle. "Valarie, if he's making excuses, just go to the Sumner Group and find him there."

"But..." Valarie hesitated. "He probably doesn't want to see me right now."

"No way! Have you been out of the dating game for too long? Have you forgotten that both women and men sometimes need a little coaxing? And you were in the wrong this time, so it's only right that you take the initiative to talk to him," Nyla advised.

With Nyla's encouragement, Valarie finally decided to go to the Sumner Group first to find Brandon.

"Alright, but you have to go to the banquet tonight. I'm definitely going to clear things up with Tom at the dinner," Valarie requested.

Nyla sighed a little. "Okay, I'll go with you."

When Nyla headed downstairs with Damon in the evening, she was surprised to see a seven-seater van waiting for them. "Why the change of cars?" she asked.

"You won't have enough time to get your hair and makeup done if we go back and forth. I had the stylist and makeup artist come here to do it while we're on our way to the dinner. You can change in the car," Damon explained.

As he spoke, the driver opened the door for them.

As soon as Nyla got in, a makeup artist sat beside her, and a stylist took a seat behind her, starting to work in an organized manner.

"Ms. Kinsey, if you're tired, you can close your eyes and rest. We'll wake you up when we're done," they said.

After a long day of work, Nyla wasnoveldrama

indeed feeling a bit tired. She nodded and closed her eyes. She had only intended to rest for a bit, but she ended up falling asleep.

When she woke up, she found the car already parked outside the Genge residence.

The sky had shifted from daylight to night, and the car was dimly lit. Meanwhile, the stylist and makeup artist had left.

"You're up? If you're still tired, you can take another quick nap," Damon said, his deep voice sounding next to Nyla's ear and causing her to jump.

She sat up straight, took off the jacket draped over her, and handed it to Damon.

"Why didn't you wake me?" she asked.

Damon turned on the car lights.

"It's not that important of a dinner," he said, implying that her rest was more important.

Nyla checked the time and saw it was already 7:30 p.m. The dinner had started half an hour ago.

"Let's go in," she urged.

"Hold on." Damon stopped her and handed her two bags. "These are your clothes and shoes. I'll wait for you outside. The windows are tinted, so no one can see inside. Don't worry."

Once Nyla took the bags, he opened the door and got out of the car.

After Damon closed the door, Nyla took out the clothes from the bags.