Trading My Ex for His Uncle by Hello Spring

Chapter 630

Valarie figured the woman Brandon mentioned was probably just a stand-in Damon had found to replace Nyla.

She didn't care how Damon regained his memory after losing it for five years-what he was doing was clearly an insult to Nyla. She wasn't going to let this go easily.

Brandon wasn't surprised by Valarie's reaction. After all, if someone suddenly told him that a person who had been dead for years was still alive, his first reaction would be disbelief too. "Valarie, I'm not joking. I really-" he tried to explain.

Before he could finish, the call ended abruptly. When he tried to call back, he saw that the line was busy. Brandon frowned, thought for a moment, and turned his car around. He drove straight to Valarie's place. Since she didn't believe him, he was going to take her to see Nyla himself.

After hanging up, Valarie tore off her face mask and took several deep breaths to calm herself down. She quickly changed into an outfit and drove off. Not long after leaving her house, she passed Brandon's car. While he noticed her, she didn't see him-her eyes were fixed coldly on the road ahead. Just the thought of Damon finding a replacement for Nyla made her feel as if a fire were burning inside her, threatening to consume her completely. Her speed increased, and she paid no attention to Brandon, who was honking his horn furiously behind her.

Less than an hour later, Valarie's red sports car screeched to a stop in front of Damon's villa.

Fueled by rage, she got out and rang the doorbell repeatedly. Her expression was stormy as she pressed the doorbell repeatedly.

The doorbell's chimes echoed through the villa, even reaching Damon in his study.

He stepped out and saw Lydia heading for the door.

at the door?" he asked, his voice

don't know. I was just about to

kept ringing

mind. I'll go," Damon

he was. By the time she answered the door, the doorbell would probably wake Nyla and Mason. When

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of sarcasm. If she weren't the person Brandon liked, he would have dealt with the Weirs long ago. What was

"Ms. Weir, if you're sick, I can call the psych ward

finish, Valarie slapped him across

Nyla's death. How dare you find someone who looks like her, keep her by your side,

expression turned icy, and an intense, intimidating aura surrounded

death wish?" he

Not even Brandon begging

as Brandon pulled up, he saw Valarie

he quickly got out,

behind him, and

frantically, "Uncle Damon, Valarie