After ending the call, Clark called Jordyn. "Where are you now?"

Upon hearing the suppressed anger in Clark's voice, Jordyn's anxiety spiked. She bit her lip and instinctively lied, "I'm out shopping... What's wrong?" "Get home right now. I need to talk to you!" Clark snapped.

"Okay..." Jordyn replied.

Quickly, she contacted the investigator she had hired to look into Clark, her voice filled with tension. "What did you find out?"

"I was just about to call you. Other than going to the hospital for a check-up, Clark hasn't done anything unusual," the investigator reported.

"What?!" Jordyn's face went pale. Given Clark's recent strange behavior, she immediately concluded that he must be onto her.

"I understand," she said before hanging up.

Jordyn rushed to her bedroom, hastily gathering her jewelry, cards, and some clothes. She stuffed them into a suitcase and hurried out of the house.

...

way to Jordyn's place, Clark received a call

with. The doctor said Jordyn paid him a large sum to change the diagnosis, swapping

demeanor remained calm as he instructed, "Got it. Find out where Jordyn

"Understood," Michael replied.

he was still puzzled. Usually, news like this would evoke shock and anger, but

recent request for a check-up and began to piece things

the bedroom in disarray, as if it had been ransacked. He sneered and sat on the

...

reached the bus

"Ms. Cheatham, please come

with her pregnancy, she barely made it a

me go! I don't want to go back! Let go of me!"

men ignored her pleas, forcibly pushed

by two large men who restrained

glared at Michael in the front seat. "Michael, are you Clark's lapdog? You do whatever he says! I won't let you get away with this!" She had almost made it

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