Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 360

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.

…

Forty minutes later, Jordyn pulled up to the entrance of Palate Royale. As soon as she approached the door, a server came over.

"Ms. Cheatham, let me show you in," the server said with a polite smile.

In a well-tailored suit, the server kept his hands neatly clasped in front of him.

Palate Royale was a high-end restaurant in Saintornia.

Clark had brought Jordyn there once for a business meeting. Back then, when they were just superior and subordinate, she had been stunned by the price of 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 disaster for her.

Jordyn nodded and pushed the door open to enter.

The room's decor was simple, yet each piece of furniture was invaluable. The dining table and chairs, crafted from high-quality wood, were worth hundreds of thousands.

Jordyn's gaze fell on the person seated in the center of the room, and her eyes widened in disbelief. "It's you!"

Rebecca smiled. "You seem quite surprised to see me, Ms. Cheatham."

Jordyn sneered. "Rebecca, if I remember correctly, I have nothing to do with you. Why have you called me here?"

Noting Jordyn's anger, Rebecca raised an eyebrow. "You're already here, so why don't you have a seat? But I advise you to keep your temper in check. Otherwise, you'll be the one who suffers if I become upset."

Jordyn gritted her teeth, considered her options, and finally took a seat.