Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Jordyn's eyes widened in shock.

"Who are you?! What nonsense are you talking about?" she cried out.

A light laugh came through on the other end of the line. "Whether it's nonsense or not, you know in your heart. If I don't see you in an hour, be prepared to face the consequences."Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

The call ended with a click, snapping Jordyn out of her daze. Her mind raced as she paced anxiously in the living room.

She had already dealt with Holden Vance, so there shouldn't be anyone else who knew about this. How could the caller possibly know?

If Clark discovered that the child wasn't his, he would certainly not let her off easily.

The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became.

There was no time to dwell on it. Palate Royale was at least a half-hour drive away. Regardless of whether the caller had real evidence, she had no choice but to go there.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Jordyn grabbed her car keys and headed out.

...

Forty minutes later, Jordyn pulled up to the entrance of Palate Royale. As soon as she approached the door, a server came over.

"Ms. Cheatham, let me show you in," the server said with a polite smile.

In a well-tailored suit, the server kept his hands neatly clasped in front of him.

Palate Royale was a high-end restaurant in Saintornia.

Clark had brought Jordyn there once for a business meeting. Back then, when they were just superior and subordinate, she had been stunned by the price of a single appetizer-it was equivalent to several months of her salary. Having just graduated and never been to a high-end restaurant before, she had been completely unfamiliar with dining etiquette. The meal had been a disaster for her.

She had felt the disdainful glances from the company's client and wished she could sink through the floor. Some had even suggested to Clark, in front of her, that he should get a more competent secretary. She had never been so embarrassed and had been certain Clark would fire her the next day.

When the business deal fell through, Jordyn had felt it had been entirely her fault and kept apologizing to Clark on their way back, pleading with him not to fire her.

Seeing her on the verge of tears, Clark had gently assured her she wouldn't be fired and that the failed deal hadn't been her fault. He had urged her not to blame herself.

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Jordyn had never been treated so kindly before, and at that moment, she found herself falling in love with Clark.

If it weren't for her being with Clark for a year and still not getting pregnant, she wouldn't have...

Her thoughts darkened as she pondered this.

The person who had invited her must have been someone of considerable status. She couldn't understand why they hadn't simply informed Clark about this matter directly. After passing through a long corridor and a screen, Jordyn finally reached Room 1.

"Ms. Cheatham, we've arrived," the server announced.

Jordyn nodded and pushed the door open to enter.

The room's decor was simple, yet each piece of furniture was invaluable. The dining table and chairs, crafted from high-quality wood, were worth hundreds of thousands. Jordyn's gaze fell on the person seated in the center of the room, and her eyes widened in disbelief. "It's you!"

Rebecca smiled. "You seem quite surprised to see me, Ms. Cheatham."

Jordyn sneered. "Rebecca, if I remember correctly, I have nothing to do with you. Why have you called me here?"

Noting Jordyn's anger, Rebecca

raised an eyebrow. "You're already here, so why don't you have a seat? But I advise you to keep your temper in check. Otherwise, you'll be the one who suffers if I become upset."

Jordyn gritted her teeth, considered her options, and finally took a seat.