Trading My Ex for His Uncle



"She's not with me. You can't reach her right now?" Nyla asked.

"Yeah, she told me this afternoon she was going to a class reunion tonight. I offered to pick her up, but I got delayed by a meeting. By the time I got there, everyone had already left. And she's not answering my calls," Brandon explained.

Nyla frowned. "Don't panic just yet. Did she say what kind of reunion it was?"

"I think it was a high school reunion," Brandon replied.

"Okay, I'll ask around," Nyla said.

She and Valarie had been in neighboring classes in high school, so she knew quite a few people from Valarie's class.

After hanging up, Nyla messaged someone from the other class to find out who had been at the dinner that night.

When she learned that Valarie was unreachable, her contact immediately began asking around and soon called Nyla back.

"Nyla, I just checked with the class president and others. They said a guy came by and took Valarie. They'd all been drinking a bit, and when they saw Valarie didn't resist, they didn't think much of it—figured he was her boyfriend."

Nyla's heart lurched. "Okay, thanks for the info."

She ended the call and quickly reached out to Brandon, asking him to check the restaurant's security footage for the license plate number of the car that had taken Valarie.

"Got it, thanks, Aunt Nyla," Brandon replied.

He entered the restaurant, where the manager promptly escorted him to the security room, knowing he was there to review the footage.

"Mr. Sumner, this is the footage from around 8:50 p.m.," the manager informed him.

In the footage, Valarie and about a dozen of her classmates walked out of the restaurant. Their faces were slightly flushed, and their gazes were hazy.

Soon after, a black Maybach pulled up outside. A man who looked like an assistant got out and helped Valarie into the car. After closing the door, he returned to the car, and they quickly drove off.

The restaurant's cameras hadn't captured the car's license plate.

Seeing the dark expression on Brandon's face, the manager broke into a sweat. "Mr. Sumner, how about we check the roadside poutine

cameras? They must have captured the license plate..."

"No need. Just rewind the footage one minute," Brandon replied.

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The technician quickly complied, rewinding to the moment when the man opened the car door and helped Valarie inside.

"Pause," Brandon commanded.

The image froze, revealing half of the man's face inside the car.

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Brandon smirked. Though his smile was cold an aura of impending storm

was crounded him, sending

chills down everyone's spine

"Mr. Sumner..." The manager was so terrified that his legs felt weak. Ignoring him, Brandon turned and strode out of the security room.

His secretary hurried after him. "Mr. Sumner, what's our next step?"

"Go to the Genges," Brandon answered, his voice icy, each word dripping with chilling intent.

His secretary shuddered. "Understood."

Throughout the drive, neither Brandon's driver nor his secretary dared to breathe too loudly.noveldrama

The atmosphere in the car was suffocating as if the air itself had thickened.

Brandon sat in the back like an ice statue that could freeze anyone nearby.

When they arrived at the Genge residence, dozens of well-trained men in black stood outside.

As Brandon stepped out of the car, the leader of the group approached and greeted him. "Mr. Sumner." Brandon's expression remained indifferent as he spoke. "Just break the door down."

"Yes, sir!" the leader said.