Chapter 869

"She told me tonight that if my dad was the first to agree to the demolition, he'd get an extra unit," Nyla said. Damon signaled left, stopping the car at the intersection to look at her. "Does your dad not want to move?" "Yeah, and I don't really want to either," she replied.

"Then don't," Damon said.

Nyla raised an eyebrow. "You're not the project manager. Just because you say we won't move doesn't mean we won't. Some people support the demolition, while those who disagree now are just trying to drive up the price." She didn't believe all the residents wanted to stay in that old, run-down neighborhood.

"I could buy that project," Damon suggested.

"If you have that much money, just give it to me," Nyla joked.

Damon handed her a black card without hesitation.

"This is my main card," he said. "All my savings are in it."

Nyla was taken aback-her first instinct was to refuse. "No thanks. I have enough money."

Damon didn't press her and took the card back. After all, once they were married, he intended to hand over his bank card for her to manage anyway.

"Are you sure you don't need my help with the demolition issue?" he asked.

Maybe my dad will change his

nothing more, and the car

was soon broken by

at the caller ID. It

with his left hand and

conduct has results. The details have been sent to

serious. "Okay. I'll check

the call, he drove noticeably faster, his demeanor shifting from relaxed

less than half an hour, they arrived at the villa. As they walked

told Nyla

to his study

Nyla nodded. "Okay."

quickly opened his laptop, logged into his email,

a comprehensive

his expression turned

Behind the scenes, he had close ties to the mafia in Meristate, serving the Nixons

Nyla was through their mutual

with Rebecca. He took out his phone and dialed Nathaniel's

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