Top Actress Beware: Also Reborn Is Your CEO Husband!-Chapter 675 Mason Nightshade’s Anger

Nancy Carter crashed into the wall, scalding hot soup splashing down her shoulder. The sharp and acrid smell of searing flesh immediately spread throughout the room.

Mason Nightshade appeared like a Deity, looking down at Nancy Carter, chilling hatred and murderous intent glinting coldly in his eyes.

Nancy Carter's face turned deathly pale, her shaking uncontrollable, a frigid chill instantly coursed through her blood and surged into her brain.

The atmosphere in the room instantly tightened, becoming tense and volatile.

Eleanor Spencer was also stunned, abruptly standing up from her chair, her legs weak, clinging to the table to keep herself from collapsing.

Why was Mason Nightshade here?

Wasn't he in Q City?

Why would he appear here?

Aurelia Shaw wondered the same thing as Eleanor Spencer—how could Mason Nightshade be here? Was she seeing things?

However, Mason Nightshade walked right up to her, his long fingers gripping her small face, inspecting her carefully. "Are you hurt?"

Aurelia Shaw waved her hand, the warmth of his fingertips seeping into her chin. Only then did she know she wasn't hallucinating—her heart thumped faster and faster, pounding in her chest.

"Mason Nightshade, why are you here?" Wasn't he in Q City?

"I saw what happened at the airport and felt uneasy, so I rushed over." Mason Nightshade said.

Then he added, "Luckily I did. I can't imagine, if I hadn't come, what would've happened."

Even now, Mason Nightshade still shuddered at the thought.

If he had arrived just a little later, even a split second—his woman's face would've been ruined by that woman!

At that thought, a flash of sinister rage flickered in Mason Nightshade's eyes. He turned, his cold, sharp gaze zeroing in on Nancy Carter.

This woman cannot be forgiven!

Mason Nightshade strode over in two steps, looking down at her as if she were trash, pressing his foot down on her scalded shoulder.

Nancy Carter howled in pain, "M—Mr. Nightshade, listen to me, it was all that woman, she's cunning, she orchestrated everything and led me on, she must've known you were coming all along."

Mason Nightshade curled his thin lips in chilling disdain—this time, he was truly enraged.

With a crisp "crack," Nancy Carter's shoulder snapped.

Eleanor Spencer was so frightened her legs gave out. She saw Nancy Carter look at her, but she averted her eyes, biting her lower lip coldly and indifferently. That disgusting woman deserved it—she was only ever a pawn to be used. If she wasn't still of some use to her, she'd have thrown her away long ago.

Now that she'd reached the position she wanted, keeping that woman around only disgusted her. There was no way she'd risk angering Mason Nightshade just to save her.

And with the way things looked now, if she stepped up to defend her, she'd be the next to die.

Maybe she didn't know how terrifying Mason Nightshade could be when he lost his temper.

Seeing Eleanor Spencer stand by cold and detached, Nancy Carter closed her eyes. She didn't blame her. In a situation like this, she'd rather not drag her in.

It was better to be cold—there was a hard road ahead, she needed to become cold too, ruthless to everyone around her.

To personally mold her into what she wanted, Nancy Carter felt this was her own twisted honor. Her woman was growing exactly as she had hoped: into a cold-blooded, heartless, filthy, cruel, and dark creature.

Every subtle flicker of expression on Nancy Carter's face was clear as day to Mason Nightshade.

He released his foot.

Nancy Carter let out a breath of relief, but in the very next moment her breath caught, a sharp wail of agony tearing from her throat.

Mason Nightshade stepped on her other arm, grinding it down hard. Soon that hand hung limp and useless by her side, completely dislocated.

Nancy Carter collapsed on the ground, spent and drained, her terrified eyes rolling wildly.