Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 182

**Chapter 182**

Brandon maintained his composure, a calm demeanor enveloping him like a shield. “At least I won’t create a scandal that sends the company’s stock into a downward spiral by getting a mistress pregnant. Wouldn’t you agree?” he replied, his voice steady, laced with a hint of sarcasm.

Clark’s eyes narrowed, a fierce glare emanating from him that could slice through steel. An oppressive aura surrounded him, heavy with unspoken tension. “Get out!” he commanded, his voice a low growl that echoed in the now-silent office.

Brandon leaned back in his chair, a smirk dancing on his lips. “I’ll just wait here while you pack up your office. I need to make sure I can move in tomorrow,” he taunted, relishing the power play.

As the minutes ticked away, the office emptied, leaving Clark alone in his storm of frustration. In a fit of rage, he swept the documents off his desk, sending papers flying like confetti in a chaotic celebration of his fury. He stormed out, the door slamming behind him with a resounding finality.

An hour later, Jordyn slipped into Clark’s car through the back gate of her apartment complex, a small suitcase in her hand. She looked relieved to see him. “Clark, thank goodness for you. I honestly don’t know what I would’ve done without your support…” she said, her voice a mixture of gratitude and anxiety.

Clark, however, remained silent, his expression dark and brooding, as if a storm were brewing just beneath the surface. The tension in the air was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife.

Sensing the heavy weight of his foul mood, Jordyn hesitated, biting her lip nervously. “Clark… Shouldn’t we consider taking steps to suppress the pregnancy?” she ventured, her voice barely above a whisper.

His knuckles turned white as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel, a muscle in his jaw twitching with barely contained frustration. “You don’t need to worry about that right now. Your priority is to ensure that the baby is born,” he replied, his tone leaving no room for argument.

A flicker of determination sparked in Jordyn’s eyes. “I suspect Ms. Jayston is behind this whole mess…” she suggested, her voice gaining strength as she spoke.

Clark’s black Cayenne came to an abrupt halt, tires screeching against the pavement. He turned to her, his expression chilling. “You think it was her? Tell me, what could she possibly gain from this?”

Jordyn flinched under the intensity of his icy gaze, fear creeping into her voice as she responded, “Hasn’t she been wanting a divorce? If my pregnancy makes headlines, she can claim the moral high ground and pressure you into ending your marriage with her…”

“A few days ago, my grandfather assured her that once the scandal of our photos faded, he would allow us to divorce quietly. Leaking this information wouldn’t serve her interests at all,” Clark countered, his mind racing with the implications.

Jordyn lowered her gaze, contemplating her response carefully. “I still believe it was her. After all, blowing this up might help her secure a bigger settlement when you finally divorce,” she said slowly, her voice steady despite the weight of the accusation.

A bigger settlement? The thought hung in the air like a storm cloud.

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