Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 870

Nathaniel frowned when he didn't see Rebecca in the living room and called for a maid. "Where's Rebecca?"

Seeing his scowl, the maid quickly bowed her head, too fearful to meet his gaze. "Mr. Preston, Mrs. Preston said she couldn't sleep and went for a walk in the garden. She didn't take anyone with her."

Nathaniel said nothing more and strode out the door.

In the garden's pavilion, Rebecca was on the phone with Sullivan.

"Sullivan, when are you going to take action? I don't have time to waste!" she hissed.

Dim streetlights cast eerie shadows across her face.

"Ms. Austen, opportunities don't come easily, and I've been injured recently. There's no chance to do anything," Sullivan replied.

His casual tone enraged Rebecca, and she growled, "Sullivan, I helped save your dad before, and I can cut off his medical expenses any time I want. I won't support a loser. If Nyla is still safe after a week, I won't pay a single penny to the hospital!"

With what Sullivan earned, he couldn't possibly afford the exorbitant post-surgery recovery costs for his father.

Without her, how could he still sit comfortably as the drug research manager at Prospectus Technology?

A cold glint flashed in Rebecca's eyes. Taking her money but failing to do her bidding? Nothing in this world came that easily.

There was silence on the line for a moment before Sullivan finally replied, "Alright, I understand."

"Remember my deadline!" Rebecca warned before hanging up.

She put her phone away and turned to head back to the villa when she abruptly locked eyes with Nathaniel's cold stare. Her face went pale with fright.

"N-Nathaniel... when did you get here? Why didn't you say anything?" she asked.

Nathaniel stared at her coldly. "Who were you just talking to?"

Meeting his icy, piercing gaze, Rebecca felt her legs weaken, nearly collapsing. "Nathaniel... I do know him... but we haven't contacted each other since I returned to the country..."

A sharp slap echoed through the pavilion as soon as she said that.

Rebecca staggered back a few steps, a handprint quickly appearing on her cheek.

"I gave you a chance. Since you refuse to tell the truth, I'll beat it out of you until you do!" Nathaniel threatened.

As he spoke, he reached for Rebecca.

Rebecca's face drained of color as she turned to flee, but Nathaniel caught her hair first.

"Ah!" she screamed, terror etched on her face. "Nathaniel... please let me go... I'll tell you everything... I— Ah!"