Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 163

**Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond**
by Sage Hunter Lane 163

“Mr. Sumner, it’s been quite a while, hasn’t it? I recently heard that Prospectus Technology has made a significant investment in that government project over in the eastern suburb,” a man remarked, his voice smooth yet insistent.

Damon, feeling the weight of the evening’s festivities pressing down on him, barely mustered the energy to engage in this conversation. He had little patience for idle chatter, especially not tonight. With a slight nod, he acknowledged the man’s presence, his tone flat and unenthusiastic. “Good evening, Mr. Lowe.”

As Damon found himself cornered by these business acquaintances, who seemed to have an unending supply of small talk and self-interest, Nyla, on the other hand, had already wrapped up her own conversation. She was eager to escape the clamor of the party, her mind yearning for a moment of peace amidst the chaos.

Just then, a maid from the Sumner household hurried towards her, her expression a mix of urgency and concern. “Ms. Jayston, Ms. Cindy has requested your presence. She’s waiting for you at the pavilion in the garden,” the maid informed her, breathless as if she had sprinted to deliver the message.

Nyla’s brow furrowed slightly as she cast a quick glance towards Marie, her friend, and the party’s host. Noticing that Cindy was indeed absent from the gathering, a flicker of concern crossed her mind. “Did she mention what it’s regarding?” she inquired, her voice steady, though a hint of apprehension lingered beneath.

“No, she didn’t specify, but it seemed quite urgent. Ms. Jayston, you really should go quickly,” the maid insisted, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and determination.

Sensing the urgency in the maid’s demeanor, Nyla lowered her gaze momentarily, concealing the suspicion that began to bubble within her. “Understood. I’ll head there right away,” she replied, her tone firm yet measured.

The maid remained close, not wanting to leave just yet. Nyla, feeling the weight of the moment, added coolly, “This is a party, and there are many guests to attend to. You should return to your duties.”

“Ms. Jayston, Ms. Cindy was very specific about me bringing you personally. If you aren’t seen, I could face consequences…” the maid explained, her voice trembling slightly as she elaborated on the potential repercussions of failing her task.

Nyla recognized the fear etched in the maid’s eyes and nodded, her resolve softening. “Alright then. Let’s go,” she conceded, feeling a flicker of triumph at having made the decision.

As they moved, Nyla couldn’t help but notice the brief spark of relief that illuminated the maid’s features. However, the path they took was not leading directly to the pavilion, and a sense of unease began to gnaw at Nyla.

After walking for what felt like an eternity, she halted, her voice steady but laced with confusion. “Where exactly are you taking me?”

The maid paused and turned to face her, an apologetic look crossing her face. “Ms. Jayston, I’m sorry…”

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