NovelUpdateChapter 1143 As soon as Mason set down the phone, a knock cat the door.
"Buddy, who were you talking to just now?" Nyla asked.
Mason swallowed hard and called out, "Mommy, I wasn't talking to anyone. I was just... talking to myself." "It's late. Go to bed soon," Nyla urged.
"Okay, Mommy," Mason replied.
The sound of footsteps faded from outside the door, and he let out a breath of relief. If Nyla had walked in just a moment earlier, he wouldn't have been able to explain himself.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe next morning, Damon, Nyla, and Mason sat at the breakfast table.
Damon set his tablet aside and suddenly turned to Nyla. "Nyla, let's get married." The thought of Drake circling Nyla like a predator had left Damon uneasy. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was on the verge of losing her.
Nyla froze, looking up at him.
Seeing the seriousness in his expression, she couldn't help but laugh. "Other people propose with a ring or at least sflowers.
"But you? You just hitwith a casual, 'Let's get married.' What am I supposed to say to that?" Damon pressed his lips together. "You're right. That was thoughtless of me. If you're willing, I'll go buy a ring right away." She rolled her eyes. "You're unbelievable. No sense of romance or surprise at all." As she took a sip of her milk, she was about to add something more when Damon's phone buzzed on the table.
He glanced at the screen. Upon seeing it was a call from Spencer, his expression darkened. Spencer rarely contacted him early in the morning unless it was urgent.
Damon stood and answered the call a few steps away. "What's going on?" "Mr. Sumner, we just got a call from the Wilkie Group. They said they want to terminate all our partnerships," Spencer reported.
His tone was laced with anger. The Wilkie Group had been teetering on the brink of bankruptcy not long ago, and it was Prospectus Technology that had bailed them out.
Now, they were turning their backs so soon? He'd never seen anyone so shameless.
Damon's expression remained calm. "Understood. I'll handle it when I get to the office." He wasn't surprised. Ever since he had refused to sell the 10% shares of the Wilkie Group back to Pedro at a rock-bottom price, he'd anticipated something like this. He just hadn't expected it to happen so soon.
Returning to the table, he told Nyla, "Something's cup at the office. I'll need you to drop Buddy off at school today." "It's no trouble. You go ahead," Nyla replied.
"Thanks." Damon turned to leave but stopped at the door when he heard hurried footsteps behind him. He turned around to see Nyla approaching. "What is it? Did I forget something?" "You forgot your cufflinks." She opened her palm to reveal the diamond cufflinks. Damon chuckled. "Guess I was too busy to notice." "Lethelp you put them on," she offered.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Sure." He extended his arm, and Nyla carefully fastened the cufflinks onto his sleeves.
When she finished, she looked up at him. "If you're not swamped tonight, chearly. I have something to talk to you about." "Okay. If I leave on time, I'll call you first," Damon answered.
After he left, Nyla returned to the dining table to finish her breakfast.
After dropping Mason off at kindergarten, Nyla was about to
head hwhen she spotted a familiar figure by the roadside. She instinctively turned to get a better look and confirmed it was Alexander.
She frowned, and she took a deep breath before walking toward him! "Mr. Kinsey, what are you doing here?"
Seeing the guarded expression on her face, Alexander sigheḍCNyla, just want to talk." "We've already talked, and there's nothing more to say. I don't want to waste either of our time. And I'd appreciate it if you stopped contacting Buddy or meeting him," Nyla warned.
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