Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla) novel Chapter 273

Chapter 273 

Melody was furious after hearing the gossip and stormed over to the women who were talking. 

She 

sneered. “I was wondering where that foul smell was coming from. Turns out someone’s just jealous!” 

One of the women glared at Melody. “We’re just telling the truth. Unless the person involved has something to say, who are you to butt in? Don’t be someone’s puppet. Who knows what dirty tricks she pulled to get close to Mr. Sumner!” 

“If you’ve got what it takes, go land yourself a Sumner not, shut up! And if you think Nyla isn’t that pretty, why don’t I buy you a mirror so you can see what you look like?” Melody shot back. 

“You!” the woman snapped, 

Melody tilted her chin up defiantly. “You what? Why don’t you go repeat every word you just said to Mr. Sumner’s face and see if he still lets you loudmouths keep your jobs?” 

The woman opened her mouth to retort, but her friend pulled her back. “Forget it. Let’s go.” 

The woman shot Melody a cold look. “You’ll regret this! 

Melody crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. “Oh, I’m so scared. What, you gonna bite me?” 

Seeing the woman’s anger flare up again, her friend quickly dragged her out of the cafeteria. 

Only after they were out of sight did Melody turn back to Nyla. “Don’t let them get to you, Nyla. They’re just jealous.” 

Nyla’s expression remained calm as she replied, “Let’s just eat.” 

They had barely sat down with their food when Nyla’s phone buzzed. 

She looked down to see a photo from an unknown number, but she immediately recognized the person in 

the picture–Damon 

His back was a mess of blood and raw wounds, and the sight made her gasp in shock. She jumped to her 

feet. 

Melody, startled by the sudden movement, looked up at her. “Nyla, what’s wrong?” 

“I have to go,” Nyla said hurriedly. 

Half an hour later, Nyla arrived at the Sumner residence. 

The maid’s face darkened when she saw her. “Ms. Jayston, you need to leave. You’re not welcome here.” 

“I need to see Mr. Richard,” Nyla said firmly. 

“He won’t see you,” the maid replied. 

Nyla’s expression turned icy, and she let out a cold laugh. “Are you sure you don’t want to check?” 

“There’s no need. If you don’t leave now, I’ll call security!” the maid threatened. 

Nya didn’t waste any more words. Instead, the dialed the number that had sent her the photo. 

“You saw the picture? Clark’s voice was laced with armusement, clearly enjoying himself.