Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Surprise flickered in Nyla's eyes when she saw the latest luxury bag of the season in Michael's hands..

"Why would he suddenly send me a purse?"

"Mr. Sumner said you weren't in a good mood, so he wanted to send you a gift to cheer you up."

Nyla didn't particularly desire luxury bags, but since Clark sent it, she had no reason to refuse. She nodded and took the purse from Michael. "Alright. Please thank him for me."

Seeing that Nyla didn't seem particularly thrilled, Michael tentatively asked, "Mrs. Sumner, you don't like the bag?"

"It's fine. I prefer gold over bags, though."

After all, gold had better liquidity and could also be crafted into beautiful jewelry.

Michael was stunned, not expecting Nyla's preferences to be so plain and blunt,

"Alright, understood. I'll let Mr. Sumner know, I'll head back to work now."

After seeing Michael off, Nyla returned to the living room, placed the bag on the table, and took a few photos to send to Valarie.

Valarie: [?]

Nyla: [Help me check how much this bag can sell for.]

Valarie: [Clark's gift?]

Nyla: [Yeah.]

Valarie immediately called Nyla.

"That bag is the latest launch. Conservatively, it could sell for over 300,000 dollars. There are only two in Saintornia right now. It's not easy to find. Clark went through quite some trouble to please you." Nyla lowered her gaze, her face devoid of any emotion

"See if anyone is interested in buying this bag. I want to sell it."

Valarie was somewhat surprised, but considering Nyla's character, she found it reasonable and said, "If you don't want it, sell it to me. I've been looking for this bag lately, but couldn't find one." "Come over to pick it up give it to you.

I'll

"Really? Giving me a 300,000-dollar bag just like that, can you bear it?"

"I don't have any attachment to it. Besides, it's Clark's money anyway."

Compared to the money Clark spent on Jordyn, this bag was like a drop in the ocean.

"Never mind. If you don't want money, I won't take it."

"Then buy it from me at the original price."

13

"Okay, I'll have someone come over to pick it up later. I have a social engagement tonight."

In the evening, Clark finished work and returned to the villa.

The service staff had already packed up the meal and were ready to deliver it to Nyla when he told them, Pack a bit more. I'll have dinner with her." "Yes, Mr. Sumner."

The servants repackaged the meal, and Clark took it and drove to find Nyla.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

When the doorbell rang. Nyla was binge-watching a TV series. Seeing Clark on the monitor with two food containers, Nyla frowned.

She opened the door but didn't intend to let him in.

"Give it to me."

Clark understood her meaning but didn't move. There was a hint of grievance in his charming eyes as he

looked at her.

"Nyla, I was busy at noon and didn't eat lunch. I came straight here after work just to have dinner with you.

Nyla wanted to say he didn't have to come and she hadn't asked him to, but considering her plan, she stepped aside to let him in after a moment of hesitation.

Clark's tall figure made the already small living room seem somewhat cramped as he entered. He placed the food containers on the dining table, opened them, and then called Nyla over to eat. "Your birthday is in half a month. What do you want for your birthday this year?"