The CEO’s Ex-Wife Can’t Escape

The Ceo’s Ex-Wife Can’t Escape

Chapter 46: The Master’s Woman

“Okay, lift your chin a little higher. That’s good! Your hand, alright,” the cameraman peeked away from his camera and ordered the woman he captured, “Okay, be a little fiery and we’re done with this shoot.”

The woman acted what he had wanted and before long, the shoot was done. Nicole heaved a sigh of relief, bowing her head in gratitude and thanking all the staff who were in the shoot.

Her assistant followed behind her.

“Nicole, there were such great poses, I assumed you’d get a raise this month, again!”

Nicole smiled at her, drinking from the cold water her assistant gave to her. “Right, I need to work harder.”

The assistant tilted her head, “But you’re already one of the rising models. Yet you’re working more than everyone. Why would you rather have a shoot than a day-off?”

Nicole smirked, taking off the veil from her head and shaking her head. She merely smiled at her assistant before asking her stylist to assist in taking her outfit of the day. It had been two months – two months no call or message from Jackson. Except for the fact that he called her about Airina, he moreover didn’t pick up her calls, read her messages more so to reply to them.

He was removing her from his life. Which she didn’t want.

With Jackson, she can secure her career. He could also give her whatever she wanted, lessening the stress and burden if she was alone, fighting for a better life. Her father, Kevin, didn’t give her the lavish and comfortable life that she had dreamt of.

And Jackson was the only one capable of that. Yet Airina had to steal him away from their marriage until now. Nicole slapped the steering wheel in front of her.

When she heard a call from someone, she answered it without hesitation.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“Is the job done?” It was a question both said in a frustrated and annoyed voice.

The caller responded with, [“Someone saved her. He almost killed me, you know?”]

Nicole scoffed, “I gave you the money, but you couldn’t even do this thing? You’re such an unskilled worker.”

[“I tell you, killing someone needs some patience. I may not have killed her that night but what about tonight? I need time to observe.”]

Nicole clenched her fists, “Then who was stabbed?”

The man pondered for a while, [“He seemed familiar but anyways, he just has good strength, so I need to buckle up if I meet him the second time.”]

Nicole cracked her neck, licking her lower lip, “If you make a mistake, both of us will going to die. So, you better…”

The man sneered, [“Didn’t I tell you this work needs patience? Just give me the money and I’ll kill her real good for you.”]

Nicole hissed, “I don’t need to see her body just make sure she’s died. And I’ll give you the half payment afterward.”

[“Haha, deal.”]

Nicole ended the call with a frown, biting her lower lip. She remembered her father, Kevin that blood is thicker than water. However, Airina and her were nothing but mortal enemies. She dared to steal what was hers. How could she not fight back?

She clutched the steering wheel and then drove away in haste.

When she arrived in her desired place, she parked her car and held her breath. She adjusted her sunglasses, pulling them down so the guards could see who she was.

She had access to go inside this house so today would be no challenge for her.

“Miss, apologize but Sir ordered not to let anyone inside.”

However, a guard stopped her when she was about to head inside. She took off her sunglasses, pointing at her face.

“Do you really think you could stop me? I am your Master’s woman.”

The guards exchanged glances, answering awkwardly.

“I am so sorry, Miss Nicole. But our Master had made it clear not to let anyone inside; regardless of who they are.”

Nicole sneered, throwing the sunglasses on the ground, and stomping on it. The glasses shattered but the guards paid no mind to her throwing a tantrum. Nicole denied admitting to forfeit. She raised her chin, confidently commanding them.

“Tell Jackson I am here.”

“But he…”

“Are you going to do so, or should I call him so that he would hurt you for your ignorance?”