Trading My Ex for His Uncle by Hello Spring

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."

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.

...

the entrance of Palate Royale. As soon as

in," the server said with a

well-tailored suit, the server kept his

was a high-end restaurant in

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

floor. Some had even suggested to Clark, in front of her,

entirely her fault and kept apologizing to

assured her she wouldn't be fired and that the failed deal hadn't been

en

swr

kindly before, and at that moment, she found herself falling in love with

a

as

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

arrived,"