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, which surprised

Nicole did not read any anger or other emotions,

"Alright."

Nicole felt inexplicable heartbroken.

was

she were dead. Now that she saw Zayn like

and Pedro

true, such a pain would be

she got down to stop him,

like an arrow that was shot

the window and watched everything outside going back while thinking

how he was

had always been a proud man and had

Who schemed against Samuel?

and now there was

drove to his apartment

"Get off."

a moment. It was not a wise choice to enter an apartment with a man who was

belt and followed

apartment was in a mess, and the strong

scanned the surroundings. There were many wine bottles on the ground. Smoke filled the

window and opened it, then

looked at her silently but did not stop

was unfocused as if he took Nicole as someone else. There was a trace

"Pedro's death..."

worry, I won't

to say, so he spoke before

Nicole was somewhat relieved.

I can't change anything, but I still have to say, I'm sorry for

me? Or sympathizing

and

questioning. She didn't know how to

anyone would feel like they punched on the cotton and their

and whispered, "Please get me some water.

him a cup

it, he suddenly said,

This sentence astounded Nicole.

Now

I need to say

just want to

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

body and when Zayn was driving fast just now, he didn't notice that Nicole's

twitched and had to

and

seemed to be

a slum. Do you know

Zayn did not

lips curled into a smile. The

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 death. It was Pedro who gave me his food and told me to join the entertainment industry after

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