Chasing the Unexpected

Chapter 699

“Shut up!” Damon snapped.

He couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed Brandon’s phone to call Valarie.

When the call connected, he reported the bar and private room before hanging up and leaving. He couldn’t stay any longer–Brandon was driving him crazy.

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On the other end, Valarie hadn’t even had a chance to speak before the call ended. She tried calling back several times, but no one picked up.

Biting her lip, she contemplated whether to go over.

Finally, after five minutes, she changed her clothes and headed out.

Just as she opened the door, she spotted Phoebe, who was about to knock while holding a glass of acai smoothie.

Seeing that Valarie wasn’t in her pajamas, Phoebe looked puzzled. “Valarie, it’s so late. Are you going out?”

“Yeah,” Valarie replied, her expression slightly unnatural. “Nyla said she needed to see me about something.”

Phoebe frowned and asked, “What’s so urgent that you have to go out at this hour? Can’t it wait until

tomorrow?”

“I don’t know, Mom. Stop asking. I promise I’ll be back before midnight,” Valarie said.

With that, she rushed past her mother and left.

Watching her hurried figure, Phoebe sighed, unsure of what was so urgent.

When Valarie arrived at the bar, it was already half an hour later.

She walked into the private room but didn’t see Damon. Instead, she found Brandon rambling on about something while hugging a corner of the table.

She crouched down next to him and finally caught what he was saying.

“What’s the big deal with blind dates? Who can’t go on a blind date? Uncle Damon, you have to set one up for me tomorrow. I saw a bunch of gorgeous women at your office last time I was there. Some of them are totally my type…” Brandon rambled.

“What type do you like?” Valarie asked.

“I like…” Brandon began to answer but sensed something was off.

He looked up at Valarie and immediately frowned. “Why do you look so much like that bad woman?! Get out and bring me someone else!” Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

Valarie was speechless.

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“What do you want?” she asked.

“Not someone pretty, not someone with a beauty mark at the corner of their eye, and not someone with dyed red hair or big, wavy curls. Oh, and the most important thing–they have to like me!” Brandon insisted.

Looking at Brandon’s drunken state, Valarie felt at a loss for words. He might as well have stated outright that he didn’t want her.

She didn’t plan on arguing with a drunk, so she reached out to help him up. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

Brandon paused for a moment when he saw the fair hand extended to him, before instinctively grabbing it.

Just as Valarie was about to pull him up, he suddenly yanked her toward him, and she stumbled into him.

She collided with Brandon, his scent of bluebell cologne filling her nose.

“Brandon, what are you- Mmph!”

Before she could finish, he pulled her in and kissed her deeply, holding the back of her head firmly.

Valarie tried to push him away, but it was no use.

The crisp scent of alcohol wafted from him, and she gradually felt herself getting a bit tipsy, her resistance weakening.

Suddenly, the private room door swung open.

A server’s voice called from the entrance, “Mr. Sumner, do you need-”

Before he could finish, he caught sight of the two kissing on the floor.

The server froze for a moment before quickly regaining his composure. “I’m sorry… Mr. Sumner, I didn’t know… I’ll step out and let you be…”

He stammered through the sentence before quickly turning to leave, closing the door behind him.

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