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.

...

Palate Royale. As soon as she approached the door, a server

let me show you in," the server said with a polite

suit, the server kept his hands

was a

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

had even suggested to Clark, in front of

it had been entirely her fault and kept apologizing to Clark on their way

Clark had gently assured her she wouldn't be fired and

en

swr

kindly before, and at

weren't for her being with Clark for a year and

as

who had invited her must have been someone of considerable status. She couldn't understand why they hadn't simply informed Clark about

we've arrived," the server