Trouble in Paradise

However, Jasmine's words didn't stir even the slightest ripple in my heart.

After a moment's thought, I calmly said to her, "Then you have even less reason to provoke me. After all, without me, you wouldn't have anything your have now." "Ms. Jones, you're so full of yourself!"

She refused to admit it, but inside, it was as if she had been struck with a heavy blow. Her fists clenched tightly by her sides.

No one knew better than her how she had come by everything she now possessed, but she was unwilling to accept it, having paid such a heavy price.

A wave of humiliation surged within her, "Nick being good to me has little to do with you. He just can't stand you, Ms. Jones, so don't entertain any unrealistic fantasies!"

"If that's the case, what are you worried about? Can you leave now?"

I remained calm on the surface, but inside, I couldn't shake the feeling of desolation. Although I hadn't interacted much with Jasmine, I'd managed to get a sense of her character. She wasn't like Claudia, who spouted lies. without hesitation.

I could easily imagine the kind of things Nicholas had said to her, something. along the lines of him giving her whatever that I had and didn't have, or how he would make her the happiest woman in the world.

I closed my eyes, recalling the man who had spent the entire night standing outside my door. A nearly maddening sense of dissonance washed over me. Between Jasmine and me, who was really the one who was dreaming?

"You've lost everything, so what are you still so proud of?" She gritted her teeth and pulled out her phone to make a call.

Nicholas' deep, raspy voice came through the receiver, asking, "Yes?"

He cleared his throat, and his voice betrayed no sign of illness. It was deep and alluring, easily captivating any woman.

The moment Jasmine heard his voice, she instantly perked up like a cat in spring, her invisible tail wagging.

She said, "Nick, I don't want to be the host anymore. I want to be a leg guest expert like Ms. Jones. Can you arrange that for me?"

Her voice trailed off coquettishly, which earned a low chuckle from him. It sounded like the intimate exchange of lovers, a declaration of affection to the world.

"I can have the director replace Ariana with you. That's not a problem, but can you handle legal commentary? I can't let you mess around and ruin the show," he replied.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"The questions are all prepared in

advance, anyway. If I study them carefully, I won't make any mistakes. Nick I'm begging you," she pleaded, her eyes filled with allure.

Even without looking at her face, I could feel the electric charge in the air, not to mention that a man was listening on the other end of the line.

There was silence from Nicholas as if he were considering it. Unwilling to relent, Jasmine continued to whine.

"Nick, you promised you'd do anything for me."

His voice carried both resignation and agreement when he replied, "Alright.

You know what I want."

His easy resolve felt like a bullet to my heart. I could feel my flesh and blood tearing apart in my chest, and a pain so intense it nearly made me double

over.

His voice held an unwavering

determination, and I couldn't help

but wonder what exactly did he want. Was he trying to destroy me or to take my life? He couldn't even leave me the opportunity had fought so hard to get.

It wasn't enough for him to let Jasmine intervene. He was actually going to

allow someone unqualified to educate the public on the law to take my place on that show. To him, was everything I had something he needed to take away?

A flash of resentment flickered in

Jasmine's eyes as she looked at me with a taunting smile. With a voice that was dripping with sweetness, she said, "Oh, alright! I knew you were the best!"

After hanging up the phone, she waved at me and said, "Ms. Jones, I don't want to make things difficult for you, but times have changed. "You're no longer Mr. Hawk's wife anymore, and I'm not the helpless woman

that I once was."