Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

Chapter 0116

After Cindy's studio posted her latest update, Ariana was bashed so hard on the Internet that her name became a trending topic on Twitter. It wasn't that popular compared to the other topics, but it still sparked discussions among Twitter users. "Lawyers are willing to take any court cases just for the sake of money!"

"Those who cheat on their partners deserve to die! I hope those who condone cheating are surrounded by cheaters!"

"But she's Cindy Carlson, my childhood crush! If I were him, I'd rather become a sidepiece as well!"

"Go to hell, Cindy! She doesn't deserve to be with my beloved Zachary!"

There were so many comments representing various angles on the Internet. I never browsed the Internet. Frances, whom I hadn't met for a long time, was the one who

told me about this incident.

She seemed to show a lot of concern toward me. Perhaps she thought that Nicholas and I had reconciled, so she wanted to use the opportunity to patch up her relationship with me. She was mean toward me in the past, after all. Frances assigned two bodyguards to me just in case something were to happen.

"Thanks, Frances. Tell them to wait for me outside Jay Caldwell & Co. I'll be there soon."

the case, including the part where Cindy mentioned she was ill. All the updates

the evening. That was when a figure dashed out of the bushes with a cold glint réflected off

1. me.

out, effectively stopping the figure

kicked the blade out of the figure's hand. Then, he launched another kick at the figure, sending him

to see Nicholas,

in front of my eyes. "Honey, why are

trying to reel from my shock two bodyguards got out of the van and grabbed the figure.

under control, Nicholas turned around and hugged me. Mom told me to come here. Are you

afraid-it was just that I felt my nose tingling, which was something that I hadn't felt for

than a month ago, a man had rushed out and slashed my clothes with a blade. Back

survive. Yet now, he

I recomposed myself

now, I didn't want to suck up to him at all. I pretended to not notice his expression as I approached the figure who tried to hurt me. "Are... Are you Ms. Jones?" the man struggled to

looked like he was in his 30s. His face had