Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex Novel

Chapter 875 There was a sparkle in Brandon's eyes, his gaze softening as he looked at her. "Valarie, thank you." His intense and heartfelt gaze made Valarie feel a little self-conscious. She looked away and said, "It's getting late. You should head home." "Alright. You get some rest. Goodnight," he replied. "Goodnight," she answered. After watching Brandon's car disappear down the road, Valarie turned and went inside. ... On his way back, Brandon received a call from his secretary, Charlie Jean. "Mr.

Sumner, I've been thinking about something, and I decided it's best to let you know," Charlie said. "What is it?" Brandon asked. "Last night, I was out for dinner and saw our marketing manager having a private meal with Mr. Genge. They seemed quite familiar with each other," Charlie reported. Charlie explained that he had been attending a university reunion at a private restaurant when he unexpectedly spotted Huxley Lightner. Huxley hadn't noticed him, but Charlie had debated whether to report the encounter.

Ultimately, he decided to inform Brandon, just in case Huxley was secretly meeting with Tom. That would be troublesome. Brandon gripped the steering wheel tightly, his voice turning icy. "Understood. Don't mention this to anyone else." Hearing the seriousness in Brandon's tone, Charlie knew he had done the right thing. "Understood, Mr. Sumner. I won't tell anyone." Charlie had been Brandon's secretary for years, and Brandon trusted his discretion. "Good. That's all," Brandon said. After hanging up, Brandon's expression turned grim. Huxley was a relative of one of the company's shareholders.

While his position had been secured through connections he had proven capable and had delivered results over the years. After a moment of thought, Brandon called Damon. "Uncle Damon, do you have time? I need to discuss something with you," Brandon said. Damon had been in his study with Nyla, helping Mason with homework. He stepped out to take the call. "What is it?" "My secretary saw the Sumner Group's marketing manager, Huxley Lightner, having a private dinner with Tom last night. Just the two of them," Brandon informed.

There was a long silence on the other end of the line before Damon spoke. "Understood. Keep an eye on Huxley for now. Make sure he and Mr. Lightner don't have access to any critical documents of contracts. I'll look into Tom." "Alright," Brandon replied. "Don't make any moves until I've confirmed what's going on. We can't risk tipping them off," Damon reminded. "Understood," Brandon answered. ... After hanging up, Damon's expression darkened. He had suspected Tom had ulterior motives ever since returning to the country.

His ambitions likely xtended beyond the Summer Group, possibly even toward Prospectus Technology, the company backing the Sumner Group. After a moment of thought, Damon called Spencer. "Look into the Genge Group's recent projects. I want a full report on my desk by tomorrow morning." Looking out the window, Damon noticed the thin layer of snow blanketing the garden. Tomorrow would be sunny, but with the snow melting, it was bound to be bitterly cold. The next morning, as Damon arrived at the office, Spencer brought in the report. "Mr.

Sumner, here's everything we found on the Genge Group's recent projects. They seem to be deliberately steering clear of Prospectus Technology's business," Spencer reported. Damon flipped through the report. Tossing the papers onto his desk with a scoff, he said, "Take a closer look at the companies the Genge Group is partnering with." Spencer studied the report again and finally noticed something off.