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

up at Zayn again. From his eyes, Nicole did not read

"Alright."

Nicole felt inexplicable heartbroken.

knew what it was like

Bordeaux, Nicole wished she were dead. Now that she

and Pedro

this was true, such a

car. Olivia was so scared that she

car sped away like an

emotion. She leaned against the window and watched everything outside going back

how he was

man and had never suffered

Who schemed against Samuel?

and

to his apartment and

"Get off."

apartment with a man

seat belt and followed Zayn into the

the strong smell

bottles on the ground. Smoke filled

and opened it, then bent down to

at her silently but did not

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

"Pedro's death..."

Don't worry, I won't cause

to say,

Nicole was somewhat relieved.

change anything, but I still have to say,

me? Or

and said with a

questioning. She didn't know how to answer it properly, so she just shut

would feel like they punched on the cotton and their

sighed and whispered, "Please get me some

poured him a cup of

Zayn took it, he suddenly said,

This sentence astounded Nicole.

rumors, there was no evidence. Now that she

need to say

I just want to

but she didn't know what to say. She just sat beside him and poured herself a cup

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

a slight cramp from the pain. She twitched and had to drink some warm water to relieve

great sorrow and did not pay attention

be

slum. Do you

did not need her

curled into a smile. The smile was so

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

ridiculous it 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