All Chapters of Your Uncle’s My Husband Now—Back Off, Ex!: Chapter 811 - Chapter 820

Tom had cheated on her five years ago, and now that she was in a new relationship, he was back to annoy her—what a persistent jerk!After thinking for a moment, Valarie picked up her phone again and called Nyla."Nyla, are you going to the welcoming dinner for Tom at his family's place tonight?" she asked."I'm not planning to go. Why?" Nyla asked."You probably heard about what happened last night when I got drunk and mistook Tom for Brandon. I just explained to Brandon, but he was really cold. He's definitely upset."I want to go talk to Tom and make it clear that I don't want him bothering me anymore. Can you come with me?" Valarie asked.If she went to meet Tom alone, Brandon would probably get even angrier if he found out.Nyla sounded surprised. "Why not take Brandon with you? It would be more appropriate.""Don't even mention it! I asked him to join me for the dinner, and he said he has to work late. It's obviously just an excuse," Valarie replied, sounding a bit defeate

After Valarie left, Charlotte finally got to the point. "Aunt Nyla, does your father have a unit in Sunshine Paradise?""Yeah, why do you suddenly ask?" Nyla replied.Sunshine Paradise was where her family's old house was. Harrison had moved there after getting out of the hospital."That area is about to be redeveloped. It won't be long before someone comes to discuss compensation with your father," Charlotte explained."How do you know about this? And why are you telling me?" Nyla's gaze was cold as she looked at Charlotte.Charlotte sighed. "My company is planning to collaborate with the Wilkie Group on that land, but the residents aren't keen on moving."Seeing that Nyla remained silent, she paused before continuing. "I came here to ask if you could discuss it with Mr. Jayston. If you agree to be the first to relocate, I can help you apply for an extra unit.""Ms. Sumner, I might not be able to help you with that. My dad might not want to move," Nyla replied.All these years

"Okay," Damon said as he gently tucked a stray hair behind Nyla's ear and leaned closer to her.Suddenly, Valarie's voice interrupted them. "Mr. Sumner, PDAs are prohibited!"Damon was momentarily speechless. He pulled back from Nyla and turned to Valarie."Ms. Weir, I'll remember this," he said.Valarie replied confidently, "When you marry Nyla, I'll definitely be one of the bridesmaids. By the way, what was it you said you'd remember?"Damon took a deep breath."I remembered that I ought to invite you over for dinner sometime," he replied.Valarie raised an eyebrow. "Oh? I'm free any day. Feel free to contact me.""Sure…" Damon muttered, his expression turning into a semi-scowl.It seemed he would need to have a talk with Brandon soon about keeping his girlfriend in check.Seeing Damon flustered was rare, and Nyla couldn't help but chuckle.Damon glanced at her, his eyes silently reproachful.Nyla forced herself to stop laughing."You should go talk business," she said.

"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 w

Screams echoed from the pavilion, each one blending with the next, until a full half-hour passed before silence finally fell.During this time, not a single servant appeared. The staff had grown used to Rebecca being hit, and nobody dared to intervene. After all, they were just employees, and Rebecca wasn't particularly kind to them. It was best to avoid trouble whenever possible.Rebecca lay motionless on the pavilion floor, barely conscious. Her body was covered in bruises, though her face remained unmarked.Standing over her, Nathaniel looked down with a mix of disgust and hatred. He snarled, "Rebecca, if you hadn't lied to me, I wouldn't have had a falling-out with Damon. The Preston Group wouldn't be in this mess, begging for partnerships. You deserve every bit of this."Rebecca didn't reply. Her eyes were full of despair.How much longer would this endless, miserable life continue? If she had known what returning to the country would cost her, she would never have come back.