The Villainess Married The Evil CEO-Chapter 46: Chloe Dawson
The trio finally entered the meeting hall. Ever since Abigail went upstairs and found Nicholas, the man had been glaring at her for some reason.
She only tilted her head innocently and thought to herself: ’Was he still angry at me? Wasn’t tying me up enough?’
Ah, would he keep glaring at her throughout the day like this?!
She averted her eyes and couldn’t help but think was there anything she had done wrong aside from kicking the driver while driving. Ah, she just hugged her good friend and cousin-in-law.
No...
Wait a minute...
It can’t be that her husband saw them hugging, right?
Abigail glanced at the man from the side only to see him still glaring at her like that. She pursed her lips and sighed.
It seemed he really did see. Sure enough, he misunderstood her actions. She should clarify that she was still a chaste and serious wife who wanted to continue to be married to Nicholas until... until when?
Abigail shook her head and scooted closer. She had more things to be worried about than to focus on her marriage expiry date.
At this time, Nicholas finally turned toward his laptop, so he didn’t see his wife leaning toward him from his seat. He suddenly felt someone poking the side of his stomach.
He looked up and stared at her coldly as if asking why she dared to touch him again.
Abigail coughed and whispered, "That was a friendly hug. Nothing else. I’m only married to you."
Nicholas only stared at her with an icy gaze, doing nothing else.
As if saying loudly through his eyes, ’I don’t believe you.’
Abigail turned anxious seeing his expression. She opened her mouth and explained again, "I’m only chaste to you. If you don’t like it, I won’t hug him anymore."
Isn’t it like doing him a favor?
Nicholas’s face darkened as he turned his attention back to his laptop. His fingers silently tightened around the arm of the chair on which he was sitting. There was a big rectangle chair, and the center most seat was still empty, waiting for Chloe to finally enter the place.
"Husband, I’m talking to you!" Abigail suddenly raised her voice, attracting attention of people around her, but she cared little of that. "Can’t you at least listen to my explanation?!"
"You’re making it worse. So stop talking." Nicholas finally spoke up.
Asher couldn’t see the woman make a fool out of herself anymore. He grabbed her hand from the other seat and whispered, "Don’t worry about him. He will calm down soon if you stop disturbing him."
"But..."
"Look at him." Asher felt slightly better seeing the man’s irritated expression and said, "He’s still furious. It’s better to stay away from him if you don’t want to be tied up again."
Abigail had been left with a bad taste in her mouth because of the event in the car. So she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Nicholas, saying, "I still have to get back at him for that!"
Suddenly, the door of the meeting room was pushed open. Abigail looked over and found a few people entering the room before opening the door wide.
Finally, the woman they had all been waiting for walked inside with elegant steps.
Her gray, silky hair waved behind her back; it was pushed up, tied above her head with a bow. Her cold, blue eyes finally set on the people sitting in the room, waiting for her.
They were all top business people from the entertainment world with Nicholas Harrison standing at the top. Among them, Chloe could be counted as the woman who strayed far behind, typically at the end of the list.
The Dawsons had several businesses under them, but the most they lost their money was in the entertainment business. That’s why she invited all the top business people to finalize a business deal that could benefit them all. But every single person sitting there knew that the highest benefit would land in Chloe’s lap.
And they even knew that the deal she prepared would surely be selfish, full of loopholes for them. Perhaps that’s why when the Nicholas in Abigail’s novel pointed it out bluntly in front of everyone, Chloe killed him brutally using her men surrounding the hotel.
What was even more frightening was that despite Nicholas’s name in the novel, no one could tell it was a murder. Everyone considered it an accident as Chloe hid her traces perfectly, letting herself be portrayed as the most innocent person standing there.
The Chloe in the novel even acted pitiful and cried at her daughter’s husband’s death, faking her worry for the latter. Of course, the Abigail in the novel wasn’t like the real one. She was happy seeing her mom finally paying attention to her and silently forgave the older woman for everything she did.
But the current Abigail wasn’t the same woman from her novel. She knew Chloe’s heart like the back of her hand, because she had created the woman in the first place. Even if she hadn’t created the woman, Abigail would still know what kind of person Chloe actually was: just like her own selfish mother.
Abigail’s gaze darked as she stared at her mom, who happened to glance at her.
Chloe’s eyes flickered with a trace of surprise before hiding her expression expertly. She smiled and nodded at her.
Asher, who was watching the woman sitting beside him, slowly turned toward Chloe Dawson. His eyes sharpened with a hint of coldness.
So this was the woman who sold her own daughter.
Since Asher had just arrived into the country, no one knew who he was and his connection to the Harrisons. Of course, his own entertainment business in the other country, ’The Abyss’ had quickly become famous throughout the world at the fastest speed possible, even more famous than the Harrison Entertainment. Everyone was curious about the owner of this firm, but rarely anyone was able to reach him.
That was the reason why Asher could rival Nicholas neck-to-neck in the novel and in real life.
Right now, if Chloe knew such a personality had appeared in her meeting room, she would have chosen to finalize the deal with him instead of Nicholas and other partners. Heck, she might have sold her own daughter to him instead of her enemy.
Asher’s eyes cooled down as he stared at the older woman.
