Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 889

Hearing Damon's words, Nyla finally relaxed. "Alright."

Meanwhile, Brandon's expression remained cold as he hung up, stood, and walked out the door.

He arrived at the bar 20 minutes later.

Valarie was seated at the bar, downing drink after drink.

A few men eyed her, but none made a move.

Brandon approached her, snatched the glass from her hand, and said softly, "I'm taking you home."

Already drunk, Valarie looked up and burst into laughter when she saw him. "How can you be here too? This is so funny!"

Upon seeing that she didn't even recognize him, Brandon's expression darkened. He grabbed her wrist and started pulling her toward the door.

Drunk and slow to react, Valarie nearly stumbled as he yanked her along.

Just then, another hand grabbed her other wrist.

Brandon stopped and turned around.

Standing behind them was Tom, holding onto Valarie's other hand.

Brandon's expression turned icy, a chill seeming to settle over him.

"Let go of her!" he barked.

Tom didn't seem to care about the anger in Brandon's eyes. He merely stared back, his face expressionless. "You don't have the right to give me orders."

"Valarie is my girlfriend. Aren't you worried people might misunderstand, seeing you holding her hand so openly?" Brandon asked.