Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 359

The two of them didn't discuss the matter further, and Melody quickly refocused on her experiments.

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On his way back to the company, Clark received a call from Jordyn.

"Clark, did you go see Nyla?" Jordyn's tone was accusatory and filled with anger.

Clark frowned and replied coldly, "Jordyn, have you forgotten your place? You have no right to question me."

"No right? Don't forget we're married now, and I'm carrying your child! You were out in public hugging Nyla—how can you treat me like this?" Jordyn cried.

Clark let out a cold laugh. "You really think that just because we registered our marriage, you get to control my life? I can get a divorce just as easily as I got married. If you don't know your place, feel free to leave!"

He ended the call without giving Jordyn a chance to respond, threw his phone onto the passenger seat, and drove the car with a scowl.

He was already regretting marrying Jordyn on impulse and the trouble it had caused.

As Clark was contemplating when to file for divorce, a sudden loud bang came from beneath his car. He was startled and slammed on the brakes.

Getting out, he saw that the tire had blown and frowned.

He was about to call for roadside assistance when a van pulled up beside him. Two burly men wearing masks got out and towered over him.

As they approached, Clark felt a surge of unease. "Who are you? What do you want—"

Before he could finish, the men grabbed him and shoved him into the van. The doors slammed shut, and the vehicle sped away.

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Under Damon's cold stare, Spencer shuddered involuntarily and quickly lowered his head. "I understand."

…

After Clark hung up, Jordyn tried calling him over a dozen times, but none of the calls went through. Just as she was about to throw her phone in frustration, it suddenly vibrated.

Her face brightened, but she frowned when she saw an unknown number. She hung up immediately.

The unknown number kept calling, disrupting Jordyn's attempts to reach Clark.

Finally, she answered in irritation. "Are you crazy? I'm not buying insurance or enrolling in any classes!"

There was a brief pause on the other end before a deep voice replied, "Ms. Cheatham, if you don't want the truth about your baby not being Clark's to get out, come to Room 1 at Palate Royale in one hour."