Semua Bab The Billionaire's Scorned Ex-wife Is Back For Revenge: Bab 11 - Bab 20

NICHOLE'S POV"What's wrong?" Adrian asked.I slid my phone across to him.He read out the content: "I AM SURE BY NOW YOU ALREADY KNOW THE TRUTH ABOUT YOUR COMPANY'S FINANCIAL STATE AND MOST IMPORTANTLY YOU ARE AWARE OF THE FAKE BUILDING MATERIALS CASE. IF YOU WISH TO KNOW THE TRUTH ABOUT THIS THEN TEXT ME BACK."Adrian looked at me, his gaze searching.The tension in the room was heavy as everywhere became quiet."I don't like that look in your eyes, Nichole," Adrian broke the silence."What look?" I asked, pretending not to know what he was talking about."The look that tells me that you want to do this," he said, pointing to the phone."This could be our chance, Adrian.""Or this could be a trap! With all these petitions against the company, all these comments, I am sure there will be a handful of people who would want to harm you just to get their revenge on the company.""We can't be so sure about that," I retorted."Neither are we sure that this is not a trap," he said, raising

Nichole's POVI opened my eyes to see Adrian.I heaved a deep sigh of relief, I thought I was going to die there.Adrian stood solidly in front of me, hands folded in fists, ready to punch the man who stood in front of us.I stayed behind him until the man ran off due to the siren sound of the police. Only for me to find out that it was a sound from Adrian's car. At least it saved my life. Adrian was about to do the 'I told you so' discussion but I shunned him. I couldn't afford to start hearing blame and complaints, not after I just watched my life flash before my eyes.I started walking down the path."So not even a thank you?" Adrian blurted out from behind."I didn't ask you to save me, Adrian!" I shot at him."Really?""Yes! Really!" I replied coldly."Wow!"I stopped abruptly, turning to face him "You've got something to say, Adrian, then say it!" I yelled angrily I took a few steps backwards. I could see the shock in his eyes.At that moment, I wanted to apologise, but I di

NICHOLE'S POV I could have sworn that I heard him giggle. But when I asked he said he didn't.I sat down on the chair, avoiding his gaze.He came closer to the dining table. "Can I?" He asked gesturing to the seat beside me."Help yourself" I replied coldly, still avoiding his gaze.I used my hair to cover my cheeks because I could still tell they were pink.Why the hell was it pink?Was it because I was embarrassed? Or was it something else?'No, it couldn't be something else, I blushed because I was embarrassed' I said to myself.He sat down gently by my side his gaze still fixed on me."Can you stop staring?" "I am not staring" he replied calmly.But he lied the moment I raised my head, his gaze was still fixed on me. "I hate you!" I yelled.He chuckled, "And I love you!"Hearing those words, it was as if the whole world stopped for me to process them well. "What did you just say?" I ask"What did you just hear?" He retorted.I took in a deep breath and decided to ignore whate

Nichole's POV"I already told you what I know, Mr. Gonzales.""Then tell me how long you've been working with the Valmont empire," Adrian asked again.Logan took a deep breath before responding. "For about fifteen years now," he said.Logan was around the same age as my dad, maybe a little older, and I knew he was the only board member who had been with us for that long.I guess that was why Dad didn't see through his facade—that he could actually be a snake in the grass."And in those fifteen years, have you ever encountered a problem with fake materials?" Adrian asked, leaning against the glass table, his eyes fixed on Logan."No, I haven't!" he replied dismissively."So why didn't you bother to carry out more investigations? Why didn't you look deeper into the problem with the materials?"Logan took a deep breath. "Look, Adrian, I really did check. I made more findings, but it all turned out that it was our fault.""Then why didn't you stop the sales?" I interrupted."I... I..." he

NICHOLE'S POVI stood at the main entrance to my home. Adrian had dropped me off inside the Valmont mansion. He said he was going to come in with me, but I insisted he didn't need to, using the excuse that he had to get ready on time for the event.After much back-and-forth, he finally agreed and left. And so there I stood, having second thoughts about entering my home, the one I had left three years ago, only to return after my father's death.This particular day was my second day in the mansion since my dad died.'Nichole, you can do this,' I said in my head, attempting to give myself some courage, but it was pointless.The last time I saw my mom, the pain in her eyes broke me. She didn't even have to say much—I knew she resented me for abandoning my family."I can't do this," I muttered, then turned to leave.As I walked down the mini staircase, I heard the creaking sound of the door opening.Then I heard a very familiar voice: "You seem to forget that there's a CCTV camera up ther