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

Chapter 884 It was Jayden's birthday tonight, and Brandon had only planned to drop off a gift and leave. However, as soon as he had entered the private room, Jayden had pulled Michelle along to apologize to him. After much persuasion, Brandon had reluctantly agreed to stay for the celebration. The group had drunk quite a bit, and someone had suggested they play a game. After losing a round, Brandon had chosen "Dare". The group had urged him to kiss Michelle through a tissue. He had been about to refuse when Valarie stormed in, her face dark with displeasure.

Valarie's gaze was cold and filled with disappointment. "Brandon, I told you before that I wouldn't interfere with your friendships, but clearly, you've completely betrayed my trust." If Brandon truly cared about her, he wouldn't keep hanging around Michelle with such unclear boundaries. His so-called friends wouldn't dare make such bold jokes at her expense. "Valarie, it's just a game. I've already explained it to you. Do you really need to blow this out of proportion?" Brandon retorted. Valarie let out a soft laugh, her tone dripping with irony. "You're right, it's not a big deal.

I'm the one overthinking things. Go back and enjoy your game." Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked swiftly toward the door. Brandon instinctively wanted to follow, but Tom stepped in his way. "Mr. Sumner, maybe it's best to let her cool off for now," he said. "Get out of my way!" Brandon's expression turned icy as he glared at Tom. Tom, unfazed, raised an eyebrow. "And if I don't?" Valarie had just stepped out of the club when her phone rang. The manager's voice came through urgently, "Mrs. Weir, Mr. Genge and Mr.

Sumner are fighting!" Valarie paused for a moment, then replied with a frown, "That's none of my business. Call the police." She hung up, got into her car, and left without a second thought. Brandon and Tom fighting had nothing to do with her. ... Back at the club, Brandon and Tom were throwing punches, smashing several pieces of furniture in the process. It wasn't until the police arrived that the fight was broken up. Both men ended up at the police station, sporting bruises. Around midnight, Damon received a call from the police and went to bail out Brandon.

When Brandon saw that it was Damon who had come, his previously defiant demeanor deflated in an instant. Why did it have to be him? While the lawyer handled the paperwork, Damon stood off to the side, looking down at Brandon. His voice was calm but carried a sharp edge. "Getting into a brawl and landing in the police station. Impressive." Brandon instinctively shuddered. "Uncle Damon, I didn't mean to." If he had known Damon would be the one to show up, he would've kept his temper in check. Damon smirked, repeating, "Didn't mean to?" Brandon could only lower his head, silent.

Moments later, the lawyer returned. "Mr. Sumner, everything's been handled. He's free to go." Damon gave a brief hum and walked toward the exit, not bothering to check whether Brandon was following. Once outside, Brandon rushed to catch up. "Uncle Damon, I'm sorry for dragging you out here so late. I promise I'll never fight again." "Get lost. I don't want to see you," Damon replied, throwing him a cold glance. "Okay, okay, I'll leave right away!" Brandon quickly hailed a cab and disappeared, terrified Damon might call him back. The lawyer approached Damon, his expression serious. "Mr.

couldnt suppress the news about Calready spread the fight. we online." "I see. Let it be. It's time for him to learn a lesson," Damon replied. าวเ Tom had been coming out with various methods to attack the Sumner Group and Prospectus Technology recently. Yet, not only was Brandon not keeping himself check, but he also fought Tom in the club-absolutely foolish. The lawyer hesitated but ultimately nodded. "Understood." By the time Damon returned home, it was past 1:00 a.m. Opening the Nyla bedroom door, he found awake. A flicker of guilt his eyes.

"Nyla m sorry flashed in his eyes to stay up because of me.' II