Trading My Ex for His Uncle

It seemed there might be some issues with Skyray Medical's goods.

Nyla lowered her gaze, thought for a few seconds, and then said, "Okay, I'm in Room 802. Ms. Quinn, your can come directly." Soon, Zoe arrived. Nyla opened the door and stepped aside to let her in.

After they sat down, Zoe handed her a bag with a smile. "Ms. Jayston, this is your scarf. Please check if everything is in order."

The moment Nyla took the bag, she knew it weighed more than just a scarf. She picked up the scarf and saw several stacks of cash underneath, roughly estimating around 30,000 dollars.

Nyla put the scarf back and pushed the bag toward Zoe. "Ms. Quinn, this scarf is too valuable. I can't accept it."

Zoe's smile didn't waver, her voice gentle. "Ms. Jayston, it's not valuable at all. We might have many more opportunities to meet in the future."

Nyla pressed her lips together, her expression calm as she looked at Zoe. "Ms. Quinn, what do you want me to do?"

"Ms. Jayston, you're an evaluation specialist, so you should understand. It's late, so I'll leave you to rest," Zoe remarked.

As Zoe turned to leave, Nyla handed the bag back to her. "Ms. Quinn, please take the scarf back. As long as your company's products meet the quality standards, I'll approve them."

Zoe's smile stiffened for a moment.

Seeing that Nyla was genuinely refusing and not just being polite, she reluctantly took the bag. "Ms. Jayston, Skyray Medical's products are of good quality. I hope we have the chance to collaborate with Prospe After Zoe left, Nyla went to wash up and go to bed.

Nyla woke up with stomach pain in the middle of the night. She realized she hadn't eaten much at dinner, likely causing a flare-up of her gastritis.

When Clark first took over the Sumner Group, he would often work late. Nyla had developed the habit of waiting for him to eat together, which eventually led to her developing gastritis.

She had managed it well over the years, almost forgetting about it.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Nyla turned on the bedside lamp, ordered medicine through a delivery app, and called reception to ask for

some warm water.

After arranging everything, she was pale with pain, and cold sweat dotted her forehead.

Every minute felt like an eternity as she waited.

When she heard the knock on the door, she was curled up on the bed, too weak to get up.

Spencer, just leaving after briefing Damon, saw a hotel staff member with a glass of water standing outside Nyla's room. He walked over to ask what was going on.

The staff member explained that Nyla had requested warm water a few minutes ago, but there was no response when she knocked.

Spencer frowned. "Do you have a spare key card?"

"Yes, I'll go get it," the staff member replied.

While the staff member went to get the card, Spencer tried calling Nyla several times, but she didn't answer, and his worry grew. He informed Damon, whose expression turned cold. "What happened?" Damon asked.

"I'm not sure. Ms. Jayston isn't answering her phone, Spencer replied.

The staff member soon returned with the spare key card.

As soon as they opened the door, they saw Nyla curled up on the bed, unconscious and covered in cold

sweat.

Damon quickly walked in and instructed Spencer, "Find a doctor.

As Damon reached the bedside, Nyla suddenly grabbed his hand, He paused, then tried to pull his hand away, but her grip was too tight.

Not wanting to hurt her by pulling too hard, he frowned and let her hold on.