Trading My Ex for His Uncle

In the next moment, Damon pushed Nyla away, his expression dripping with disdain. “Ms. Kinsey, even if you’re throwing yourself at me, I won’t let you o easily

Nyla’s face flushed with anger.

Throwing herself at him? What gave him the impression that she wanted to seduce him?

She raised an eyebrow and gave him a once–over.

Her scrutinizing gaze made Damon frown instinctively, his face darkening even further.

“Mr. Sumner, not a single part of you meets my standards, and your temper is dreadful. Rest assured, even if every other man on Earth disappeared, I w

Damon let out a cold laugh. “A man like Oliver is definitely more suitable for you. After all, he’s someone. who bends to your every whim.”

He couldn’t understand how someone as successful as Oliver could fall for a woman like her.

Nyla’s expression hardened. “You have no right to judge Oliver.”

“Oh? Just one comment and you’re so protective of him. It seems you really do like him. In that case, give me Buddy, and you can have another child wit

Nyla looked at him in disbelief, unable to comprehend how he could say something so cruel. “Damon, what do you think children are? Something you ca

Damon’s expression turned cold. “I won’t let my child call someone else ‘Dad‘!”

“I’ve already said it–Buddy is not your child,” Nyla emphasized. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Just as Damon was about to respond, his phone suddenly rang.

Seeing the name flashing on the screen, he answered. “Yes?”

“Damon, I got the child’s used cup and have sent it to the testing center,” the caller said.

A flicker of emotion crossed Damon’s face, but he quickly masked it with an impassive expression. “Got it. Let me know when you have the results.”

Hanging up, he turned to Nyla, his voice icy. “Nyla, I’ve obtained Buddy’s DNA. In less than 24 hours, I’ll know if he’s my child.”

The moment his words fell, Nyla’s face turned ashen, and her entire body froze in place.

When she finally processed what he had said, anger surged within her. “Damon, what gives you the right to do this?!”

Seeing her still ready to strike, Damon grabbed her wrist, his tone chilling. “I’m Buddy’s father, so I have every right.”

Realizing the situation was beyond redemption, Nyla ceased to deny it. She looked at Damon with a blank expression. “Don’t forget, you have a fiancee.

“I don’t need your concern. Erin is a good woman. Even if I take Buddy back, she will treat him well,” Damon countered.

Nyla snorted. “You’ve really become blind after losing your memory.”

Erin–a good woman? If Nyla hadn’t seen her true colors, she might have believed Damon’s words.

Taking a deep breath, Nyla shook off Damon’s grip and headed home. She needed to figure out how to keep Mason with her. Once Damon learned the

Mason was her lifeline, and she wouldn’t allow anyone to take him from her!

Back home, Nyla sank onto the sofa, pinching the bridge of her nose in exhaustion. What could she possibly do to ensure that Damon couldn’t take Mason away?

Suddenly, an idea struck her. If she married Oliver, perhaps Damon wouldn’t be able to take Mason from

her.