Trading My Ex for His Uncle

"Who is this?"

Nyla's expression changed as she recognized Jordyn's voice. "This is Nyla. I need to speak to Clark. Put him on the phone."

A light laugh came from the other end. "Oh, Clarko? He's in the shower right now and probably can't take your call. If you need something, Ms. Jayston, just tell me, and I'll pass it on."

Nyla bit her lip, her hands clenching at her sides. "Jordyn, I've been kidnapped-"

Before she could finish, Jordyn cut her off, "Nyla, do you really think using such a pathetic lie will get Clark to come to you? If you want to see him so badly, come find him yourself. But he's with me and our baby tonight, so he doesn't have time for you."

Nyla knew that this was a matter of life and death. She couldn't afford to hold a personal grudge. "I'm really kidnapped... Just tell him this-"

"If you're really kidnapped, then go ahead and die. Without you, my baby can be legitimized, and I can be with Clark." Jordyn's voice was filled with malice. She hung up immediately.

Nyla's heart sank. Fear, despair, and hopelessness overwhelmed her.

Jordyn genuinely wanted her dead. Jordyn wouldn't let her get in touch with Clark, and he might never know about this call.

Maybe she shouldn't have made that call. From the moment Clark cheated, she was disposable to him.

At that moment, she truly lost all hope in him. Eight years of feelings vanished into thin air.

Seeing the despair on Nyla's face, Lucia sneered. "Looks like Clark isn't

coming to save you. I'll just ser

ou off early."

Kenneth's voice turned serious. "Ms. Pollard, what do you mean by that? If you kill her, I get nothing!"

Lucia smiled and looked at Kenneth. "Don't worry. If you kill her, I'll give you 300,000 dollars. How about that?"

Kenneth hesitated, fear flashing in his eyes. He only wanted to kidnap Nyla to get money for his wife's treatment, not to commit murder.

Seeing his hesitation, Lucia urged, "Why are you hesitating? Nyla knows we kidnapped her. Do you think she won't turn us in if we let her go? If you don't want to go to prison, you have to kill her!" Under Lucia's persuasion, Kenneth's resolve wavered. He started contemplating whether to kill Nyla.

By then, Nyla had calmed down. She knew she couldn't die there. "Don't be fooled by her. She wants you to kill me so she won't be blamed for murder. She plans to pin it all on you."

Lucia's face twisted with anger. "Nyla, shut up! Kenneth, do it now! Don't you want to save your wife?!"

"If you kill me, she'll either kill you, or you'll end up in prison. You won't get anything you want!" Nyla yelled.

Seeing Kenneth's firm expression waver again, Lucia grew furious. "You bitch, shut up!"

Kenneth looked at Lucia, his eyes betraying his suspicion. "Lucia, is she right? Are you trying to pin it all on me?"Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Lucia's expression stiffened. "You believe her? She's just trying to save her own life!"

"If that's not true, then you do it," he said.

Kenneth wasn't stupid. Nyla's words made him realize that Lucia had been trying to distance herself from the crime. He handed the knife hovering near Nyla's neck to Lucia. This was Nyla's chance. She pushed Kenneth away, quickly grabbing the flashlight and sprinting toward the stairs.

Meanwhile, Spencer arrived at Nyla's apartment and immediately sensed something was wrong.

The door was ajar, and it was pitch dark inside. He called out but got no response. He dialed Nyla's number, only to hear the phone vibrate from inside

Carefully pushing open the door, he saw the messy living room but no sign of Nyla. His face darkened, and he quickly contacted Damon.

"Mr. Sumner, Ms. Jayston is missing!"