Trading My Ex for His Uncle

Chapter 650



Clark grabbed her chin, speaking each word deliberately. "I had planned to throw a wedding after we moved abroad, but if you're eager to start the honeymoon activities now, I won't mind."

The way Clark's gaze drifted down to her chest made Nyla's stomach churn.

"Get off me!" Nyla shouted.

Clark growled, "Looks like it's time to show you what I'm capable of!"Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

As he reached to unbutton her shirt, his phone rang from his pocket. Seeing the caller ID, he released her and straightened his clothes.

"I'll be back," he said.

Disgusted, Nyla turned her head away, refusing to look at him any longer.

Clark didn't get angry. He simply turned and left the room.

Once the door was securely closed, Nyla hurriedly freed her wrists and loosened the ropes around her ankles. She stealthily grabbed the lamp from the bedside table, hiding it behind her back.

Not long after, Clark returned.

Seeing Nyla still sitting on the bed in the same position, he smirked and approached her slowly. "Nyla, let's continue what we started earlier. If all goes well, we'll be flying out tonight. Where do you want to—"

A heavy blow struck his forehead before he could finish his sentence, warmth streaming down the side of his face.

A second blow came before he could react, knocking him to the floor, dazed and disoriented.

With fierce determination in her eyes, Nyla jumped off the bed and quickly tied him up.

Once she confirmed Clark was

unconscious, she didn't let her guard down. She secured the knots tightly and fished his phone from his pocket, her hands trembling as she dialed Damon's number. to

"Damon, Clark kidnapped me and Buddy. I don't know where he took him. Please figure something out... I'm scared something might happen to Buddy," she cried. Content

Her voice trembled with emotion, tears welling in her eyes. If anything happened to Mason, she wouldn't be able to live with herself.

Damon's calm voice came through

the line, soothing her nerves. "Don't panic. I've already sent people to look for him. Buddy will be fine. How did you get Clark's phone? Where is he now?" to

"I... I knocked him out and tied him up. I don't know when he'll wake up..." Nyla answered.

"Okay, I understand. Find a safe place to hide for now. I'll be there soon. If you're scared, just stay on the line," Damon instructed.

"No, I'm fine... I'm just worried about Buddy," Nyla replied.

"I promise I won't let anything happen to him. Just focus on keeping yourself safe until I can get to you," Damon said.

Damon's voice was steady and reassuring, and Nyla's panicked heart began to calm. At least she didn't feel as afraid as before.

After hanging up, she took a deep breath and forced herself to stay calm as she began checking Clark's phone for messages but found nothing useful.

Just as she hesitated about whether to wake Clark to ask where Mason was being held, his phone suddenly rang.

Seeing an unknown number, she swiped to answer it, only to hear an irate voice on the other end.

"That brat managed to escape through the window while we weren't paying attention! But his room is on the third floor. He must be hurt and won't get far.

"I'll catch him, break his legs, and once we get the money, I'll just toss him in the river to drown!" the other party barked.