Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla) novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152 

Spencer looked puzzled and asked, “Mr. Sumner, why are we investigating this employee?” 

“I hired you to do your job, not to ask questions,” Damon replied curtly. 

Meeting Damon’s icy gaze, Spencer quickly lowered his head. “I’ll get right on it.” 

Soon, Spencer delivered a printed report on Dylan to Damon. 

After reading it, Damon said coolly, “Find an excuse to send him on a business trip. I don’t want him in the company for the next six months.” 

Spencer found this odd but didn’t dare ask further questions upon recalling their previous exchange. He nodded. “Understood. I’ll handle it immediately.” 

Dylan left the cafeteria, agitatedly clutching the flowers in his hand. He considered throwing them away but felt it would be a waste. 

After a moment’s thought, he sent a message to a recent fling, inviting. her to dinner. He figured dinner would naturally lead to inviting her to his place afterward. 

Feeling better with this plan, he was about to head back when he 

received a friend request. Noting the pretty woman’s profile picture, het assumed she was someone he had met on a dating app and quickly accepted. 

Before he could say anything, he received a message: [Want to get Nyla? 8:00 p.m. tonight at State Zero Bar, Room 8.] 

Dylan frowned and was about to reply when the message was unsent. 

He sent several messages asking for arification but received no 

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response. If not for the deleted message notification in the chat, he might have thought he imagined it. 

He had just confessed his feelings to Nyla, and now someone added him and sent this message. It suggested that the sender was also in the cafeteria. But with so many people there, he couldn’t pinpoint who it 

was. 

After some hesitation, he decided it might be a prank and blocked the 

contact. 

That evening, Erin waited in the bar for over an hour. When Dylan didn’t show, she lost patience and had him forcibly brought in. 

Seeing Erin, Dylan realized she was the one who had contacted him. He asked, “Ms. Hulle, what do you want?” 

His gaze was wary, knowing there was no connection between Erin and Nyla. He didn’t know Erin either. Why would she want to help him? 

Erin smirked. “Didn’t I already tell you in the text? I can help you get Nyla.” 

Dylan sneered. “Why should I believe you?” 

“You have no choice but to follow my instructions,” Erin said, tossing some documents in front of him with a cold smile. “If you don’t, the consequences might be more than you can handle. 

Dylan picked up the files, his face turning ashen as he read through them. 

After a long moment, he looked at Erin, trembling. “Did Nyla offend you?