Trading My Ex for His Uncle



The men charged toward the Genges' front door, ready to break it down, when suddenly the door swung open from the inside.

Seeing the group of black-clad men outside, the person inside showed no fear. His gaze landed on Brandon.

"Mr. Sumner, Mr. Genge is waiting for you," he said.

Brandon shot him a cold look. "You're not worthy to speak to me. If you don't want this to become a public spectacle, have Tom hand over my girlfriend."

The man's expression froze slightly, and the tension in the air became palpable.

The black-clad men stood by, waiting for Brandon's signal. The moment he gave the order, they would storm the residence.

Brandon's patience wore thin due to the silence from the other side.

"Barge in," he ordered.

As his men started to move, a deep voice came from behind the door. "Mr. Sumner, why make such a fuss?"

Tom appeared at the door, smiling as if the dozen men outside posed no threat to him.

Brandon stared at him blankly. "Mr. Genge, please hand over my girlfriend, or I'll have to force my way in."

"Don't worry, Mr. Sumner. Valarie is fine-she just got a little drunk. I'll send her back tomorrow morning," Tom replied smoothly.

Brandon scoffed.

The scandal from five years ago, when Tom was caught cheating on Valarie, was still a popular topic of gossip. It was hard to believe he had the audacity to show his face again.

"It looks like you're making me force my way in," Brandon remarked.

With a glance from him, the black-clad men prepared to charge.

The atmosphere grew more tense by the second, the air thick with anticipation.

Tom smirked. "Even if you force your way in, I won't let you take her."

"Then let's see about that!" Brandon snapped.

The tension escalated further as Tom's house staff, numbering over ten, appeared behind him. Though they wore service staff uniforms, it was clear they were well-trained fighters.

Suddenly, Tom's phone rang, cutting through the silence.

Tom's expression darkened upon seeing Drake's name flash on the screen. He stared at the phone for several seconds before answering the call.

Whatever was said on the other end made Tom's veins bulge. He gripped the phone tightly, his face turning icy. After hanging up, he turned to the people behind him. "Back off."

The group exchanged confused

glances, disbelief written on their faces. Hadn't Tom just instructed them to stop Brandon and his men at all costs? Why were they being told to retreat now?

Despite their confusion, they didn't dare question him. Lowering their heads, they quickly turned to leave. Brandon was equally puzzled.

Why had Tom changed his mind after that call? Regardless, he was determined to take Valarie home tonight.

"Tom, I'll say this one last time—hand over Valarie!" he demanded.

Tom didn't look at him. Instead, he turned to the housekeeper beside him. "Get two maids to bring Valarie out."

"Understood," the housekeeper replied.

Before long, two maids appeared, leading Valarie out.

Brandon's expression darkened as he saw her eyes closed and her face flushed, clearly intoxicated. If he hadn't come tonight, he shuddered to think what might have happened tober. noveldrama

He rushed over and scooped Valarie up, turning to Tom with a cold glare. "I won't let this go lightly."

Valarie had been so resistant to him, yet she leaned into Brandon, showing clear dependence. A wave of jealousy surged within Tom, threatening to consume him whole.