Hi Ex, Your Uncle Is My Hubby Now - Chapter 59: Chapter 59
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That scene—Irene shopping with them—just happened to be caught on camera by a wealthy heiress who was also at the mall. She quickly posted the photos and videos to the private WhatsApp group for Eldraeth City's elite women, along with the following caption:
[Ran into Irene at the mall today with her two aunts. According to my favorite sales associate, her aunts dropped over 300 thousand dollars on luxury goods just for her.]
[So who was out here claiming Irene had a bad relationship with the Jackson family? Because from what I saw, they're as close as can be. Those two aunts were doting on her like she was their favorite one!]
There were pictures and video clips to back it up—undeniable.
Amaris, lurking behind one of her burner accounts, saw the post in real time.
Her stomach dropped.
She thought, 'Isn't Irene supposed to be on bad terms with the Jackson family?
'And yet… here she is, being showered with over 300 thousand dollars in designer goods in a single afternoon? That doesn't exactly scream estranged.'
If that was what a "bad relationship" looked like, then Amaris was starting to get a little jealous.
Her instincts told her something was off. She quickly dialed Dorian's number, hoping to get some answers.
At that very moment, Dorian was seated across from Irene at a candlelit table in a high-rise revolving restaurant.
His phone buzzed.
He glanced at the screen—and froze. The number was from Halverra City. He knew exactly who it belonged to. A chill ran down his spine. He immediately declined the call and, out of habit, deleted the call log.
"Who was that?" Irene asked casually.
Dorian didn't flinch. "Spam call."
Spam?
With his number under multiple layers of privacy protection, there was no way an ordinary scam caller could get through.
Irene already had a pretty good idea who it really was. But she didn't call him out on it.
She cut into her steak with practiced grace, slowly bringing a bite to her lips—composed, elegant, the very image of poise.
In her mind, though, that steak might as well have been a bite of Dorian's flesh.
She took a slow sip of red wine, then casually skewered a meat with her fork. Her lips curved into a smile. "Scammers really deserve what's coming to them. Give me your phone—I'll report the number to the police. Maybe they can trace the IP and catch whoever's behind it in the act."
Dorian's brows twitched. He hadn't expected that. He didn't answer right away.
"What's wrong?" Irene tilted her head, amused. "You scared?"
She set down her fork, leaned back, and crossed her arms, studying him with narrowed eyes. The candlelight softened her features, but couldn't hide the chill in her gaze. "Dorian," she said sweetly, "this scammer of yours… wouldn't happen to be the little side chick you're hiding, would she?"
Panic surged in Dorian's chest. He tried to brush it off. "I already deleted the number," he said, pulling out his phone and handing it to her.
"See for yourself."
Irene took the phone and scrolled through his recent calls.
Sure enough, the number had been erased.
Wow. A seasoned pro. Clean and discreet.
Dorian took a sip of wine, pretending to be unbothered. He even smiled. "See? Nothing there. By the way, are you heading home tonight?"
He nodded toward the towering hotel across the street. "That hotel over there?" he added. "Voted the most romantic spot in Eldraeth City. Thought maybe we could go check it out—together."
After two years of dating, he figured it was time they crossed that line.
Irene flashed him a sly grin. "Sure—but just so you know, I'm on my period. We'll have to keep it PG. Blankets only, no funny business."
Dorian blinked. "You are?"
"Started yesterday."
[Ran into Irene at the mall today with her two aunts. According to my favorite sales associate, her aunts dropped over 300 thousand dollars on luxury goods just for her.]
[So who was out here claiming Irene had a bad relationship with the Jackson family? Because from what I saw, they're as close as can be. Those two aunts were doting on her like she was their favorite one!]
There were pictures and video clips to back it up—undeniable.
Amaris, lurking behind one of her burner accounts, saw the post in real time.
Her stomach dropped.
She thought, 'Isn't Irene supposed to be on bad terms with the Jackson family?
'And yet… here she is, being showered with over 300 thousand dollars in designer goods in a single afternoon? That doesn't exactly scream estranged.'
If that was what a "bad relationship" looked like, then Amaris was starting to get a little jealous.
Her instincts told her something was off. She quickly dialed Dorian's number, hoping to get some answers.
At that very moment, Dorian was seated across from Irene at a candlelit table in a high-rise revolving restaurant.
His phone buzzed.
He glanced at the screen—and froze. The number was from Halverra City. He knew exactly who it belonged to. A chill ran down his spine. He immediately declined the call and, out of habit, deleted the call log.
"Who was that?" Irene asked casually.
Dorian didn't flinch. "Spam call."
Spam?
With his number under multiple layers of privacy protection, there was no way an ordinary scam caller could get through.
Irene already had a pretty good idea who it really was. But she didn't call him out on it.
She cut into her steak with practiced grace, slowly bringing a bite to her lips—composed, elegant, the very image of poise.
In her mind, though, that steak might as well have been a bite of Dorian's flesh.
She took a slow sip of red wine, then casually skewered a meat with her fork. Her lips curved into a smile. "Scammers really deserve what's coming to them. Give me your phone—I'll report the number to the police. Maybe they can trace the IP and catch whoever's behind it in the act."
Dorian's brows twitched. He hadn't expected that. He didn't answer right away.
"What's wrong?" Irene tilted her head, amused. "You scared?"
She set down her fork, leaned back, and crossed her arms, studying him with narrowed eyes. The candlelight softened her features, but couldn't hide the chill in her gaze. "Dorian," she said sweetly, "this scammer of yours… wouldn't happen to be the little side chick you're hiding, would she?"
Panic surged in Dorian's chest. He tried to brush it off. "I already deleted the number," he said, pulling out his phone and handing it to her.
"See for yourself."
Irene took the phone and scrolled through his recent calls.
Sure enough, the number had been erased.
Wow. A seasoned pro. Clean and discreet.
Dorian took a sip of wine, pretending to be unbothered. He even smiled. "See? Nothing there. By the way, are you heading home tonight?"
He nodded toward the towering hotel across the street. "That hotel over there?" he added. "Voted the most romantic spot in Eldraeth City. Thought maybe we could go check it out—together."
After two years of dating, he figured it was time they crossed that line.
Irene flashed him a sly grin. "Sure—but just so you know, I'm on my period. We'll have to keep it PG. Blankets only, no funny business."
Dorian blinked. "You are?"
"Started yesterday."
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