Trading My Ex for His Uncle



Valarie's expression softened upon seeing his sincere demeanor. "Brandon, since I agreed to be with you, it means I'm not going to get involved with other men. My meeting with Tom today was just a coincidence. You can't get jealous without reason. Do you think that's fair?"

"No, I promise I won't do this again!" Brandon said, shaking his head vigorously.

Valarie felt her last bit of annoyance fade at his earnestness.

"Think about it. If I got jealous every time you talked to another woman, wouldn't you find that unreasonable?" she asked.

"No, I'd be happy if you did that. It would show you care about me," Brandon answered.

Valarie was rendered speechless.

Noticing her frustration, Brandon quickly changed the subject. "By the way, the cafeteria at the Sumner Group is pretty good. You didn't get a chance to try it when you were here for meetings before. Would you like to check it out with me today?"

"Sure," she replied.

He took her hand, leading her out.

In the back seat of a black Cayenne parked by the Sumner Group building, Tom furrowed his brows as he looked over some documents. His fingertips turned white from pinching the papers tightly, and a chilling aura surrounded him.

The file in his hand contained Valarie's information, primarily detailing her experiences over the past five years.

When he saw the section about Zayn drugging Valarie, his eyes narrowed, and he slowly smirked.

His secretary felt a chill run down his spine at Tom's expression. Tom rarely showed such an expression without intending to take action againstnoveldrama

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Tom closed the file and said coolly, "I want the Updike Group out of the Saintornia market within three days."

The secretary bowed his head and replied cautiously, "Understood."

The car fell into silence.

After a moment, the secretary hesitantly reminded him, "Mr. Genge, our main purpose for returning is to find Nyla and obtain her "

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interrupted with a poker face, "What's the rush? Don't worry.

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Just follow my orders."

A palpable pressure filled the car, making it hard for the secretary to breathe. He quickly bowed his head lower and fell silent.

Tom tapped idly on the armrest of his seat, his eyes half-closed as if lost in thought.

News of Tom's return soon reached Nyla. When the maid brought her the invitation, she was playing with Mason.

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the maid informed.

Nyla paused and raised an eyebrow. "Which Mr. Genge?"

She didn't recall knowing anyone with the last name Genge, but the invitation clearly stated it was for her and Damon.

"Mr. Tom Genge, the eldest son of the Genges," the maid supplied.

Nyla took the invitation and confirmed it was indeed Tom upon opening it. She felt somewhat surprised.

When Valarie had been with Tom, she had shared a few meals with them.

Nyla had assumed he would end up with Valarie for good, but instead, he had chosen to pursue a childhood sweetheart and let Valarie go. What a scumbag.

"Okay, I got it," Nyla replied.

After the maid left, Nyla went to the study with the invitation.

Knowing it was from the Genges, Damon wasn't too surprised. He glanced at her and said, "If you don't want to go, then don't."

"It's not that. I'm just curious why Tom went abroad in the first place," Nyla questioned.

Damon set down the document he had been reading and concisely explained to Nyla what had happened between Valarie and Tom since their breakup.