NovelUpdateChapter 1137 Damon let out a chuckle, his expression full of mockery. "A better life? Then where were you when the Jaystons went bankrupt? Why didn't you take her to Meristate to live this so-called better life then? "Let's not pretend-your real reason for coming back is obvious. No need to spout these hypocritical lies." The other end of the call fell silent.
Alexander hadn't expected Damon to uncover his real reason for his arrival to Saintornia so quickly.
After a long pause, he finally spoke. "Even if my motives aren't entirely pure, taking her and Buddy to Meristate would undeniably offer them a better life, wouldn't it?" "A better life? Or a life of constant fear? I won't let her beca pawn in your family's power struggles. If you want to take her and Buddy, you'll have to go throughfirst," Damon gritted through his teeth.
"If she comes to Meristate with me, she'll have a strong chance of inheriting the Nixon fortune. Mr. Sumner, you haven't even asked Nyla how she feels-how do you know she doesn't want to live a life of luxury and prestige?" Alexander retorted.
If Nyla becthe Nixon heiress, her life would reach unimaginable heights, with wealth that would last several lifetimes. Surely, such a life would be better than staying in Saintornia.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Aren't you tellingthis because she turned you down this morning?" Damon taunted.
If Nyla had truly wanted that kind of life, Alexander wouldn't be wasting his breath with Damon right now.
"She only refused because she doesn't yet understand what the Nixons represent. Once she knows, she'll leave with me," Alexander argued.
"Fine. Then we'll see who knows her better," Damon replied.
After hanging up, his face darkened.
He had worked so hard to earn Nyla's trust and love. There was no way he'd let anyone disrupt their family's happiness.
That evening, Damon returned to the villa.
Inside, Nyla was playing Pictionary with Mason. She was drawing while Mason was guessing.
Despite his best efforts, Mason couldn't guess her drawing before tran out.
When Nyla revealed the word she was trying to depict, Mason stared at the sketch in silence.
The word and her drawing... not only didn't match, but they had nothing in common. Unless someone had X-ra vision, there was no wave guess it.
Seeing his disappointed expression, Nyla asked, "What's wrong, Buddy? Are you upset because you couldn't guess it?" Mason gave her a look. "Mommy, I think you're just not cut out for this game." They had been playing for a while, and not a single one of her drawings had been guessable. Even Mondrian would have called them abstract.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNyla was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing. "Why not?" "Because your drawings are way too abstract. No one but you could possibly understand them," Mason whined.
Nyla glanced at Damon, who was nearby, and handed ded him the om drawings. You take a look. Can you guess what these are?" Damon seem examined the first one. It depict an whether it was an elephant hippo, he couldn't tell.
Furrowing his brow, he ventured, "A walrus?" "No... try again," Nyla urged.
"Hippo? Elephant?" Damon guessed.
After about ten more guesses, he was still wrong.
Nyla's face darkened. She snatched the first drawing away "Guess the e second one."
The second one was easier-it m appeared to be a pair of feet.
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