The Villainess Married The Evil CEO-Chapter 48: An Accident

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Chapter 48: An Accident

Before Chloe could speak a single word, she heard a man unfamiliar to her who had spoken first standing up and saying, "I apologize that I failed to introduce myself. You see, my cousin here," Asher pointed at Nicholas, "is an introvert and doesn’t know how to speak his mind, but let me do his bid, yeah?"

He bowed slightly and said, "I’m his cousin, Asher Harrison, the trustee and CEO of The Abyss Entertainment. Nice to meet, everyone."

Chloe’s eyes slightly widened in shock.

Originally, she had thought she could deal with others, especially this daughter of hers and her husband, easily with the help of her men. Of course, hiding her tracks would be difficult, but she believed since it was a crime related to the local business, she could hide her tracks easily.

Nicholas’s business wasn’t international yet. Even though he was making deals with other people internationally, he was just merely preparing. It would take a few more years for the Harrisons to plant themselves internationally with the speed they were going. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

But The Abyss Entertainment was different. That company was already international, to begin with, and had just started spreading its wings in its country, creating havoc. They even managed to cooperate with the Harrisons to create a blockbuster movie the current year.

If international people were involved, Chloe knew things would be difficult to handle.

Yes, this was indeed the case, but...

When she glanced at her own daughter, who still glared at her and at Nicholas, who stripped her plan naked, traces of anger filled her heart. She could let this Asher go, but these two had to die today!

As she made this decision, she took a deep breath and suppressed her fury, stretching her lips to form a smile, "Hello, Mr. Harrison. I believe you already know everything about me. I apologize for the mistake we made with the deal. We will fix it right away and present it to everyone here. I believe we will have a healthy cooperation if you just give me enough ti-"

"No need, Mrs. Dawson." Asher smiled professionally and placed his hand on the table, leaning his body toward the woman’s direction. "I know your heart well. So you don’t need to entertain us, especially me. Ah, one more thing, I didn’t come to do any deals. I just tagged along with my cousin and cousin-in-law for a small vacation. So don’t bring me into your business."

After speaking those words, he stepped away from the table and gestured for his cousins, "Please, I’ve said everything I needed to. Let’s go back. This trip was worthless."

It had to be said that when Asher wanted to be rude, he would be the rudest person in the room (of course, aside from Nicholas).

At this time, Nicholas also didn’t stick around. His anger had slightly died down seeing Chloe suffering, but he knew in his heart that it was far from over.

When they walked outside the conference hall, Nicholas suddenly said, "We have to be careful. She has connections with the underworld."

"Aww, cousin," Asher stuffed his hands in his pockets and said, "Are you worried about me?"

Not you.

Nicholas ignored his cousin and looked at his wife, frowning. He stared hard at the jaw, wanting to apologize for what he did this morning, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak those words.

It wasn’t that he found it hard to apologize. He could. But.... somehow, he was tongue-tied in front of Abigail.

After today, he at least confirmed one thing: Chloe had really sold her daughter, and this wasn’t a trap laid for him. So there was no need to treat the young woman like his eternal enemy. This lowered his guard a lot and instantly filled him with guilt.

Nicholas pursed his lips and finally forced out a word with suppressed emotions. "Sorry."

Abigail, who caught that word, was so surprised that her footsteps paused as her entire body froze. She stared at her husband with widened eyes.

"You... What did you just say?!" Abigail’s anger died down quickly and filled her heart with intense excitement.

Oh my God! Her cold and indifferent husband, who was known for his introvertedness, actually apologized!

Did she hear things, or did the sun rise from the west today?!

How come such a good thing happened?

It could be argued that things had been going well for her for some time now. She had successfully angered her own mother by speaking coldly in public, unlike her character in the novel. Now, it was up to Chloe to decide whether to let them go or kill them both.

At this time, she was too excited to think of the dangers that would soon fall upon her head.

As they entered the elevator, she poked her husband’s side and asked, "Say it again!"

Nicholas continued to ignore her and soon regretted opening his mouth.

From the side, Asher looked at the duo and felt his heart bitter. He turned his gaze behind, toward the view outside from the see-through elevator. His entire being looked melancholy at the moment.

Ah, maybe he should return to his country after all. This place was full of dangers.

"Husband~"

Nicholas pulled out his phone and called someone. "Hello, William, do something for me. Alert the guards around the hotel. Yes, where the meeting was held...."

He continued to talk to his assistant after that, not paying his wife any attention.

Abigail soon got irritated as she pouted. Before she could speak, the elevator reached the ground floor. Seeing that Nicholas stepped out without even glancing at her, she rushed after him.

"Husband~" Her voice was so loud that people standing in the lobby looked at her weirdly, but she hardly cared.

Abigail just wanted to tease her husband for apologizing like that. He looked merely like a little cat who felt guilty for scratching his owner and was standing with his head lowered. Ah, extremely adorable!

But this damned phone was making things difficult for her!

She quickly ran over and pulled out Nicholas’s phone from his hand. The latter soon glanced back and stood there, glaring at her. "I’m talking business."

"I’m also talking to you!" Abigail pointed her finger at his face. "Your first and foremost focus should be your wife, not your business!"

Ugh, why can’t this person be a gentleman like Asher?

Abigail glared at him and pointed at her cousin-in-law behind her. "Learn something from him! He’s so polite with girls."

"Yes, dear cousin, you should learn something from me." Asher was about to say something else when his phone rang. He frowned and picked it up, glancing at Abigail. He whispered to her and said, "I’ll be back in five."

Then he walked away.

Abigail turned toward her husband, still glaring at him. At this time, the latter also felt irritated after being compared to his hateful cousin, but he shouldn’t let his anger get the best of him. This woman was innocent.

He repeated those words under his breath again and again as he said, "Abigail, return my phone."

"No!" Abigail hid the phone behind her and giggled, "What will you do?"

Her entire face was full of arrogance as she said those words.

Currently, they were both standing outside the lobby, right at the entrance beneath the porch. All of a sudden, a man came running toward Nicholas with a knife hidden in his sleeves. Of course, not everyone could see this scene, especially not Nicholas.

But Abigail saw it clearly. No, wait, the man had two knives in his hand.

Her eyes widened.

This was Chloe’s man!

Her way of murdering had changed! Instead of plotting the elevator, she decided to send people after her husband!

Abigail didn’t know that her own mother had targeted her along with the man. Thus, she didn’t realize that another man was also coming closer and closer to her. Her entire focus was on the man behind Nicholas as she pushed her husband aside and yelled at the top of her lungs, "Guards, capture him! He has a knife!"

As soon as he said that, the guards came to work and grabbed the man successfully. But at the same time, another man jumped out from the crowd and suddenly stabbed a knife into Abigail’s stomach from the side.