Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1355

"Whether or not you're having me followed, who I choose to spend time with is my business. I hope you'll stop prying into my private life," Valarie said.

Brandon grabbed her wrist, his voice low and firm. "Valarie, the month is almost up. Don't forget the promise you made."

She pulled away. "There's still a week left. We'll talk when the time comes."

With that, she turned and left.

Brandon watched her go, frustration darkening his face.

The anonymous photos he'd received that morning were still fresh in his mind, making his expression even stormier.

Forcing himself to stay calm, he pulled out his phone and called his assistant. "Find out who sent those photos to my email this morning."

After hanging up, his mood remained grim. It was time to give Stefan a warning.

Just as he was about to leave, his phone rang again.

His eyes flickered with annoyance at the unfamiliar number. Without hesitation, he rejected the call and blocked it.

Ever since he'd cut off Michelle, she'd been calling him from different numbers every day. At first, he'd answered, but now, he simply blocked each one as soon as it came in.

She never got tired of trying.

Tossing his phone back into his pocket, Brandon got into his car and drove away.

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Michelle angrily threw her phone onto the bed.

The month-long agreement between Brandon and Valarie was nearly over, yet Brandon had been avoiding her entirely. She hadn't even gotten the chance to see him.

No. She had to find a way to make sure Valarie and Brandon had no future together.

Taking a deep breath, she picked up her phone again and called Jayden. "Jayden, are you free tonight? Let's have dinner together."

There was silence on the other end.

Just as Michelle was about to ask again, he finally replied, "Sure. What do you want to eat?"

Her face darkened. "What do you mean by that? You still don't trust me, do you?"

"Just answer the question—yes or no," Jayden said flatly.

"No! Are you satisfied now?" she shot back.

His expression shifted from doubt to disappointment.

Michelle's heart sank. A bad feeling crept over her.

"Jayden—" she began.

He cut her off, "I had someone look into it. You've been in frequent contact with Stefan. You even paid for his mother's medical expenses.

"I remember you used to hate them—you always blamed his mother for ruining your family and causing your own mother's death. Are you going to tell me you've suddenly forgiven them?"

Michelle's expression turned icy. "Since you already know everything, why bother asking?"