Trading My Ex for His Uncle



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"You just need to know that he's safe. You don't need to ask anything else," Damon said before hanging up.

When Nyla called again, he refused to answer. She fumed, nearly losing her mind.

Oliver grabbed her arm, worried she would act impulsively. "Nyla, calm down. At least we know Buddy is safe. I'll find out where Damon is hiding him,

With Oliver's gentle reassurance, Nyla finally began to calm down.

“Okay, I understand. Thank you for your help, Oliver,” she said.

"What's going on with you and Buddy is my business too. You've been through a lot. Sit down and rest for a bit," Oliver advised.

"Alright," Nyla replied.

Oliver guided Nyla to the couch, relieved to see her calmer than before. He immediately called his subordinates to find out Damon's whereabouts.

Nyla took a deep breath to suppress her impulse to find Damon and looked up at Oliver. "It's getting late. You should head home now."

“It's fine. I'll stay with you a little longer," Oliver said.

The living room fell into silence.

Oliver wanted to say something comforting, but he knew that unless they found Mason soon, any reassurance would be meaningless. Over an hour later, Oliver's phone rang.

Nyla's gaze snapped to his phone, her eyes filled with anticipation.

Oliver answered the call, and his subordinate's serious voice came through. "Mr. Raynor, we've tracked Damon to Saintornia but haven't located Buddy yet."

"I understand. Keep looking," Oliver instructed.

After hanging up, he hesitated before looking at Nyla.

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Nyla bit her lip. "I heard everything, Oliver... I'm planning to go to Saintornia."

Over the years, Nyla had never

mentioned Saintornia. Wheneveret

conferences or business trips to that arose, she always declined to attend.

Oliver knew she had been avoiding that place since the incident five years ago.All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

As time passed, the memory had become an old scar that she could forget most days, but it still throbbed painfully when touched.

Oliver looked at her, his expression serious. “Are you sure? Once you go to Saintornia, your peaceful life

will be disrupted."

Nyla forced a smile. "The moment Damon learned about Buddy, my life was already thrown into chaos."

She had been running away five years ago, but now she was ready to face everything head-on.

Seeing the determination in her eyes, Oliver nodded. "Alright, I'll go with you."

"No, I can handle it myself," Nyla insisted.

Oliver frowned. "Nyla, you..."

Nyla fixed him with a steady gaze and replied firmly, "Oliver, trust me. If I really can't handle it, I'll contact you immediately."

Oliver had just returned to the

Raynor Group, and she didn't want

him to be affected by her and Mason's situation. She understood better than anyone the effort he had put in over the past few years and how much he wanted to gain Hugh's approval.

Reluctantly, Oliver nodded. "If anything happens, you have to call me right away."

"Okay," Nyla promised.

After booking her a morning flight to Saintornia, Oliver intended to drive her to the airport but was met with her refusal.

"You have work at eight. I'll just take a taxi," she said.

"Then, I'll send my driver with you. Don't refuse me again, or I'll

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giving her an ultimatum.