Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla)
Chapter 395

"Also... Rebecca is probably furious tonight. She might even reveal your relationship with Damon," Valarie said, her eyes filled with concern.

She was deeply upset with Damon. Although Nyla and Damon had broken up, he had publicly given her jewelry! As the CEO of Prospectus Technology, no one dared to criticize him openly, but had he considered what Nyla might face as a result? Valarie was relieved they had broken up. Otherwise, Nyla would have endured even more with such a domineering man.

Nyla pursed her lips and replied calmly, "It's fine. I anticipated something like this might happen when I agreed to be with him."

She had once hoped that when this day came, he would be by her side.

"Let's just go. We'll deal with it if things really blow up," Valarie suggested. Nyla nodded. "Okay."

...

Back home, Nyla rested in the living room for a while. Just as she was about to wash up and go to bed, the doorbell rang.

Seeing Gabriel at the door, Nyla frowned, remembering how he had driven the auction price up to 100,000,000 dollars that night.

Could he really afford that amount if Damon hadn't continued bidding?

After a moment of hesitation, Nyla decided not to open the door. It was late, and even though Gabriel was her "brother" in name, they had no blood relation. Thus, it was better not to engage in too much private contact.

Upon not hearing a response, Gabriel's expression darkened. It seemed Nyla was determined to cut ties with him.

He clenched his hands at his sides, took a deep breath, and spoke to the closed door. "Nyla, I just came to warn you that the news about Damon giving you the jewelry has spread. Over the next few days, there might be reporters camped out by your door. If you're worried, you might want to stay at a hotel or a friend's place until they leave."

After waiting a while and receiving no response, Gabriel finally turned and left.

Once he was gone, Nyla went to her bedroom to retrieve some clothes and take a shower.

She took Gabriel's warning seriously. If reporters started gathering downstairs, she would consider staying elsewhere for a few days.

In a high-end bar's private room in Saintornia, Rebecca downed whiskey straight from the bottle, her face streaked with tears.

The table was already littered with several tipped-over bottles.

Nathaniel's heart ached when he walked in and saw her swollen eyes and pale face. He quickly grabbed the bottle from her hands. "Give it back!" Rebecca cried.

"No, Rebecca, you can't drink any more. Your health is already fragile," Nathaniel advised.

Rebecca looked at him with a sense

of desperation and forced a bitter

smile. "Even if I drink myself to death, Damon won't be upset. What's the point of me being alive? If

you're my friend, you'll give me the

bottle!"

"I won't give it to you. Even if he doesn't love you, you should still cherish yourself," Nathaniel replied.

"Hah!" Rebecca looked up at him,

tears streaming down her face. "Do you know what happened tonight? He gave the jewelry he won at the auction to Nyla in front of everyone, and Nyla just dismissed it.

"I can already hear people mocking me behind my back. He should have loved me, but why has everything changed just because I was away for a few years?!"

Seeing her heartbroken over Damon,

Nathaniel tightened his grip on the

bottle, turning his knuckles white. In

frustration, he asked, "Do you really think you can't live without him?!"