Don't Try to Escape, My Wife!

"Watch out!"

Olivia broke out in cold sweat and grabbed the handle in the car. Nicole's face was somewhat pale and cold sweat oozed out of her forehead.

Ashley was composed, but the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

Nicole braked. The screech was terrifyingly ear-piercing.

The cars almost crashed, but they finally stopped with a very close distance between them.

Nicole's heart beat wildly. Before she could calm down, the door of the Ferrari opened.

Zayn, dressed in a white suit, walked out of the Ferrari and knocked on the door of Nicole's car.

Nicole's heart skipped a beat.

Ever since she found out that the person who died was Zayn's assistant, Nicole had been wondering when Zayn would find her. Now, before she got on the plane, Zayn had come to her. Although she was not surprised, Nicole still frowned.

"Get out of the car. Let's talk."

Zayn's voice was hoarse, and it sounded like he wasn't in a good mood.

Olivia grabbed Nicole and whispered, "You can't go. What if he goes mad and kills you? Don't forget that you're still injured."

However, Nicole knew that she had to go. No matter what, his assistant was dead, and out of conscience, she had to go meet him.

"I'd better go. I have to give Zayn an explanation. And if he wants to accuse Samuel, there will be nothing we can do. Right now, the most important thing is to resolve the misunderstanding."

As Nicole spoke, she unbuckled her seat belt.

Olivia was anxious.

"Don't be stupid, okay? It's a misunderstanding. How can you resolve it with just a few words? Look how Zayn is like! He can't wait to kill people. It will be useless to go out talk to him and you'd better wait until we get back to Seapolis City."

Ashley coughed and said, "Nicole will take care of this herself. Don't worry about her."

Olivia was immediately irritated.

"What kind of doctor are you? It's not like you don't know her current condition."

"Alright, stop arguing. Wait here."

Nicole got out of the car in disregard of everyone's opinions.

Zayn had a strong smell of tobacco, which made Nicole's throat itch.

She subconsciously pinched her nose and heard Zayn whisper, "Let's talk alone."

"Okay."

Nicole agreed.

"Where to talk?"

"In my car! Don't worry, I won't delay you from boarding the plane."

Nicole's whereabouts like the back of his hand,

did not read any anger or other emotions, only sadness and

"Alright."

Nicole felt inexplicable heartbroken.

it was like to lose

from the cliff in Bordeaux, Nicole wished she were dead. Now that she saw Zayn like this,

Pedro

true, such a

Olivia was so scared that she got down to stop him, but she was

car sped away like an

window and watched everything outside going back while thinking about

he was doing

had always been a proud man

Who schemed against Samuel?

Major, and now

his

"Get off."

not a wise choice to enter an apartment with a man who

and

and the strong smell of

There were many wine bottles on the ground. Smoke filled the entire room and her vision

the window and opened it, then bent down to tidy up the

looked at her silently but did not stop

as if he took Nicole as someone else. There was a trace of longing in his

"Pedro's death..."

not Samuel. Don't worry, I won't cause him any

was going to say, so

Nicole was somewhat relieved.

I know I can't change anything, but I still have

you comforting me? Or sympathizing with

and said with a sharp

sudden questioning. She didn't know

they punched on the cotton and their effort would leave

get me some

and poured him a cup of

it, he suddenly

This sentence astounded Nicole.

no evidence. Now that she

I need to

just want to

depressed Nicole, but she didn't know what to say. She just

was driving fast

pain. She twitched and had to drink some warm water to relieve her

sorrow and did

seemed to be

met in a slum. Do you know

knew that Zayn did not need her

smile. The

for low-class people, and that's true. There, many people couldn't even feed themselves. I was chased down and had to flee to there. I stayed there for three days without food or water and was almost starved to

was when those words were spoken by two people in the slum? But I agreed. From the moment Pedro gave me his food, I knew he was the one who was sincere to me. He and I left the slum, escaped the hunt, survived hunger and hardship, and finally got a place in the entertainment industry. I told myself that I would to give Pedro the best things