Trading My Ex for His Uncle

This time, Nyla didn't hang up but chose to answer the call. "Hello."

The voice on the other end trembled with agitation. "Ms. Jayston, you finally answered! My name is Ryan Davey. My father, Vincent Davey, was one of the workers who died in the Harris Pharmaceuticals accident six years ago. "I saw the news about you sending Cyrus to prison. I want to meet with you. I have some evidence. Are you free now?"

Nyla remembered the name Vincent Davey, but...

"Are you really a victim's family member?" she asked.

"If you don't believe me, we can arrange to meet somewhere. Don't worry. I mean no harm. I just want to give you the evidence and hope you can help me seek justice for my father and the other victims," Ryan said. Nyla was silent for a few seconds before saying, "I'll give you an email address where you can send the evidence."

"That won't work. I need to meet you in person to feel comfortable handing over the evidence." The caller's voice was filled with wariness, indicating a lack of trust.

"I need to think about the meeting," Nyla said.

"Okay, but I'll only be in Saintornia for three days. If you haven't contacted me by then, I'll leave," Ryan informed her.

"Fine," Nyla replied.

After hanging up, she immediately contacted Pete to check on Ryan. She wasn't going to trust him easily after coming this far.

Pete got back to her quickly. "Ms. Jayston, I've found out that Ryan Davey is currently at Saintornia Central Hospital. His daughter is ill, and he's here with her for a checkup. He has a ticket to leave in three days." Nyla lowered her gaze. "Is his father named Vincent Davey?"

"Yes. His father was one of the victims in that accident six years ago," Pete confirmed.

"Alright, thank you for your help," Nyla said.

Hanging up, she considered whether to meet Ryan. Although he was indeed the son of a victim, she couldn't be sure if he truly had evidence.

After much deliberation, she decided against meeting him and sent him a text message.

Nyla: [Mr. Davey, I understand your concerns. However, now that the Sumners are involved, even if I receive the evidence, it won't be enough to put Cyrus behind bars. I've decided not to meet with you. I hope you understand.]

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Upon receiving the message, Ryan swore angrily and called Gabriel directly. "That woman is extremely

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cautious and refuses to me.

Gabriel frowned and replied coldly, "She has a name."

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Ryan scoffed. "Playing the good guy now? Didn't you ask me to scheme against her?"

Gabriel's eyes flashed with displeasure. "Since she won't meet with you, find her at Prospectus Technology yourself." "Got it," Ryan replied.

...

By the time Nyla went to bed that night, she still hadn't received a reply from Ryan. She didn't dwell on it further, turned off her phone and went to sleep.

The next morning, as Nyla parked her car, she heard two knocks on her window.

Looking over, she saw an unfamiliar man outside. She cautiously rolled down the window just a bit.

"Is there something you need?" she asked.

"Ms. Jayston, I'm Ryan Davey. Since you wouldn't meet with me, I had to come find you in person," Ryan announced.

As they spoke, Damon's car entered the underground parking lot.

Seeing the man leaning against Nyla's car window, Damon felt a vague sense of familiarity, as if he had seen him somewhere before. He frowned and said, "Stop the car!"