Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 101

**Chapter 101**

Spencer furrowed his brow, confusion evident on his face. “Mr. Sumner, may I ask why we are looking into this employee?” he inquired, his voice laced with uncertainty.

Damon’s response was as frigid as the winter air. “I hired you to execute your duties, not to question my decisions,” he snapped, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Feeling the weight of Damon’s icy stare, Spencer instinctively averted his gaze, his heart racing. “Of course, I’ll get right on it,” he mumbled, eager to escape the tension hanging in the air.

Before long, Spencer returned to Damon, a neatly printed report on Dylan clutched tightly in his hands. He placed it on Damon’s desk, his heart pounding as he waited for feedback.

After skimming through the document, Damon remained unfazed. “Find a reason to send him on a business trip. I don’t want him around here for the next six months,” he instructed, his voice devoid of any warmth.

Spencer felt a twinge of unease at the oddity of the request but remembered their earlier conversation and kept his mouth shut. “Understood. I’ll take care of it right away,” he replied, his voice steady despite the turmoil within.

Meanwhile, Dylan exited the cafeteria, his fingers tightly gripping the bouquet of flowers he had received. A wave of frustration washed over him, and he contemplated discarding them. Yet, the thought of wasting something so beautiful held him back.

After a brief moment of contemplation, he decided to text a recent romantic interest, inviting her to dinner. He figured that dinner would naturally lead to a more intimate setting afterward, allowing him to escape the turmoil of his day.

Just as he felt a flicker of hope at this new plan, his phone buzzed with a friend request. He glanced at the profile picture of a striking woman and, assuming she was someone he had encountered on a dating app, accepted it without hesitation.

Before he could even type a greeting, a message popped up: [Want to get Nyla? 8:00 p.m. tonight at State Zero Bar, Room 8.]

Dylan’s brow furrowed in confusion. He was about to respond when the message was suddenly retracted.

He sent several messages in quick succession, seeking clarification, but received no reply. If not for the notification indicating that a message had been deleted, he might have dismissed it as a figment of his imagination.

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