All Chapters of Trading My Ex for His Uncle: Chapter 881 - Chapter 890

Brandon took a deep breath and explained, "Valarie, that's not what I think. I was just worried about you.""What's there to worry about? Worried I'd fall for him again?" Valarie retorted.The coldness in her gaze made Brandon clench his fists, his expression darkening. "Valarie, is it really necessary to be so sarcastic? You know how much Tom bothers me, yet you didn't tell me you were coming to see him."What if I had met with an ex-girlfriend behind your back without saying anything? Would you be completely unfazed?""Why wouldn't I be? I chose to be with you, so I'd trust you. But you obviously don't feel the same about me," Valarie countered.For any relationship to last, there had to be mutual trust. If Brandon kept being this suspicious and paranoid, it would just wear down their feelings for each other."I told you I don't doubt you. If you'd told me beforehand, I wouldn't have shown up here. Don't you understand my point?" Brandon's gaze on Valarie was disappointed. "You

Seeing Damon look weary, Nyla pursed her lips before asking, "Want me to give you a massage?"Damon shook his head. "No need. I'm good now.""Alright," Nyla replied.Damon spent another hour working on his documents before they both headed to bed.After their showers, he offered to dry Nyla's hair."Aren't you tired? I can do it myself," she said."I'll do it," he insisted, taking the hairdryer from her with such determination that she had to let him."Fine," she relented.Turning her back to him, she let the warmth of the dryer lull her into relaxation, nearly dozing off by the time he finished.Setting the dryer aside, he told her, "You go ahead and sleep. I just remembered I have one more document to sign, and then I'll be up."Nyla, thinking nothing of it, nodded. "Okay."Once out of the room, Damon glanced at the few strands of her hair he held in his hand, his expression unreadable.In under ten minutes, he returned, slipping into bed quietly.However, his mind kept

Harrison nodded. "Alright. You and Nyla don't need to worry about me. Wren and I are divorced. There's nothing she can do.""Alright. One more thing—do you have any family abroad?" Damon asked.Harrison looked momentarily stunned, then, after a pause, shook his head. "No, I don't think so. Why do you ask?""Just curious," Damon replied. "And Nyla's mother's side?"Harrison grew quiet at the mention of Emerald.After a long pause, he finally said, "Emerald was an orphan. I tried helping her search for her family in the past, but we didn't find anything.""How did you two meet?" Damon asked.Recalling the memory, Harrison smiled. "We met on a rainy day. I was on my way home from work when a downpour started, so I ducked under an awning for shelter. She happened to come by too. I fell in love with her the moment I saw her.""We got married, and she stayed home after that to manage the house while I went into business."His face held nothing but warmth and nostalgia as he recounte

Nyla nodded and turned to Damon. "Looks like you have work to take care of. I'll go put Buddy to bed.""Alright," Damon said, then turned to Spencer. "Let's talk in the study."Once inside, with the door closed, Damon handed Spencer two hair samples."Take these in for testing. I need the results within a day," he instructed.Spencer carefully took the samples. "Understood, Mr. Sumner.""How's the investigation on Drake coming along?" Damon asked.Spencer's expression grew tense.Lowering his voice, he said, "Drake knows someone's looking into him, and Falcon was almost caught. They've stepped back for now."Damon's gaze hardened. "Got it. Tell them to lay low and stay out of sight for a while.""Alright. But they did manage to find out that this 'Amy' is somehow connected to the Nixons," Spencer added."That fits with what I suspected. The Nixons have deep roots in Meristate, and any investigation will be risky. Keep tabs on Tom—let me know if he makes any moves," Damon repl

"I said you're an ugly freak!" Valarie shot back, her face flushed, her eyes unfocused.Tom's expression darkened. He knew he shouldn't argue with a drunk person, but hearing her call him ugly still stung.Brandon couldn't help but laugh mockingly. "Did you hear that? My girlfriend doesn't want ugly freaks touching her. Next time, stay out of her business."Tom glared at him coldly. "Brandon, you and she aren't right for each other. I suggest you let go of her before you get hurt."Brandon retorted, "I don't need you to tell me what to do. Mind your own business."Without another word, he took Valarie and left.As they walked away, Tom's eyes narrowed. It seemed like it was time to give the Sumner Group something to deal with.Outside the bar, the cold wind hit, and Valarie shivered, sobering up slightly. She turned to see Brandon still holding onto her, and her expression shifted. She immediately tried to pull away."I don't need your help," she said.Although more aware, the