Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 912

Once Rebecca had the money, she'd immediately inform Sullivan that she had set the timer and planned to let him live in fear for the next month. She was determined to make him experience what it was like to lose everything—and his freedom.

Meanwhile, Sullivan grew increasingly anxious as Rebecca continued to ignore him. Though concerned, he wasn't yet ready to hand over the money.

He remained wary of her, unconvinced that paying her would guarantee she'd leave him alone. Reluctantly, he gathered the money and called her directly.

The call connected after just two rings.

Rebecca's voice was cold. "Is the money ready?"

"It's ready, but I don't trust you," Sullivan replied.

At this point, both of them had discarded any pretense of politeness. There was no more pretending.

Rebecca sneered. "You don't have much of a choice, do you?"

Sullivan snickered. "I know you've run from Saintornia. You must be desperate for money. No money means you're stuck. If I'm right, you want to escape the country, don't you?"

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line before Rebecca's voice grew more frantic. "So what if you know? If you don't give me the money, I'll find a way to make a living, but you'll be the one heading to prison."

"I'll give you the money," Sullivan said. "However, I need to see the original evidence first. And I'll only give you 75,000 dollars now. A year from now, I'll send you another 75,000 dollars."

Rebecca's face darkened, and she gritted her teeth. "No. I want 300,000 dollars, in one payment."

"Don't be hasty. If I give you all 300,000 dollars now, you'll just spend it quickly. But as long as you hold on to the evidence, I'll give you 75,000 dollars each year. That way, neither of us has to worry about the other double-crossing. What do you think?" Sullivan proposed.

After a moment of thought, Rebecca found Sullivan's offer somewhat reasonable. If he sent her 75,000 dollars every year, her life would certainly be more comfortable.

Relieved, she still didn't dare open the door right away.

She crept over to the window and peeked down, quickly spotting a delivery man in uniform riding away on his e-bike.

It seemed like it really was the delivery. Maybe she'd been paranoid—Nathaniel wouldn't have found her so quickly.

She cautiously approached the door and checked the peephole. The hallway was empty, so it seemed safe.

Gathering her courage, she opened the door.

As expected, the takeout was sitting there.

Just as she bent down to pick it up, the door next to hers suddenly opened. Before she could react, someone grabbed her and yanked her into the neighboring apartment. Her phone fell to the ground.