Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

Chapter 0564

As the door opened, several gazes turned toward me.

"Ari, what are you doing here?" Yasmine quickly approached, taking my hand into hers and giving it a firm squeeze.

"Nicholas said you were unwell, and your face does look pale. You should head home and rest. I'll handle everything here."

I gave her a faint smile. But before I could respond, Claudia burst into tears, her voice trembling with despair. "Nick, why is she still here? I've already backed off! I'm not fighting, I'm not competing anymore! Why does she still do this to me? My legs... I'm going to lose my legs! Nick, it's all because of her! Kill her for me! Kill her!" "How about I kill you first?" Yasmin couldn't stand her maligning me. She rolled her eyes so hard they might have hit the ceiling.

She snapped, "What kind of nonsense are you spouting? Your accident has nothing to do with Ari! Are you paranoid or something? Just so you know, I'm recording everything you say, and I'll make sure to sue you for this!

*And by the way, when was Nicholas ever yours? He used to be Ari's husband until she decided she didn't want him anymore. So who are you trying to disgust with this nonsense?"

spilled over to Nicholas as well, her piercing gaze fixed on him. "You jerk, say something!" I squeezed Yasmine's hand, silently signaling her to stop. Claudia, who was already fragile, looked even more delicate after the accident. She was

clung desperately to Nicholas' sleeve, tears streaming down her face. He lowered his gaze, and although I couldn't see

had things come

harbored resentment toward her,

wasn't entirely wrong. Her impending amputation was tied to me in some ways. Because of one casual remark I made, she was now losing

in my throat. I waved my hand

front to

eyes suddenly locked onto Neal. He grabbed Neal by the collar, his voice chillingly low as he asked, "Who told you to bring her

the air in the

officers stepped in and poised to act, while Nicholas' bodyguards stood on high alert. The tension was palpable, as though one wrong

unaffected. Tightening his grip on Neal's collar, he repeated his question in a

provocations. His eyes flashed with a deadly glint, sharp as a drawn blade. Sensing the tension escalating,