Lady Warrior's Warth on Divorce Day novel Chapter 117

Zoya turned around, only to find Jasmine standing just a few steps away behind her.

“What kind of nonsense are you saying?” Zoya demanded.

“Struck a nerve, didn’t I?” Jasmine pressed, moving closer. “If it wasn’t you, why were you reading up on that news about the fire five years ago, the one about my colleague who died!”

While speaking, Jasmine tried to grab Zoya’s phone out of her hand.

Zoya dodged to the side, leaving Jasmine grabbing at thin air.

“So reading those news articles automatically makes me the person who messaged the reporter, huh?” Zoya shot back with a cold laugh.

“If it wasn’t you, then who else could it be?” Jasmine’s tone grew sharper, her anger feeding her certainty. “You’re the only one who hates me! You’ve always been jealous that I took Nicolas from you. You knew I’d be here today, so you deliberately sent that message to the reporter, didn’t you? You wanted to ruin me!”

“Wow, Jasmine, you’ve got a wild imagination.” Zoya sneered. “You can have Nicolas. I gave him up long ago. What’s there to be jealous of? But you. Look at yourself. You’re so worked up that if anyone saw you right now, they’d think the text was telling the truth, and everything you said on stage was a lie.”

“You!” Jasmine’s face turned red with fury. “If you didn’t frame me, then hand over your phone and let me

check!”

She was certain now that Zoya had set her up. After all, out of everyone with bad blood toward her, Zoya was hands–down the likeliest one to hold a grudge.

The coincidences were too many. The fire video playing on the island, the anonymous text she’d received calling her a “murderer,” and now the reporter’s message. Three separate incidents, and Zoya had been present every single time.

Jasmine refused to believe they were all a coincidence.

“Why should I give you my phone?” Zoya said coldly, laughing under her breath.

“If you didn’t do it, then why are you afraid to let me look?” Jasmine pressed.

Zoya was fed up with Jasmine. She turned to walk away.

But Jasmine wasn’t ready to back down. She lunged at Zoya, reaching to snatch the phone out of her grip.

Of course, Jasmine was no match for Zoya. Zoya spun out of reach and swept Jasmine’s legs out from under her, sending her tumbling to the ground in a pitiful mess.

“Jasmine!” Nicolas hurried over, picking Jasmine up and shooting Zoya a look that could kill. “Zoya, you’ve gone way too far!”

“Me, too far?” Zoya said, full of mockery.

“I watched it with my own eyes. You tripped her on purpose!” Nicolas barked, getting worked up. “Why do you have it out for her? What did she ever do to deserve this from you?”

“Funny, you noticed that but missed her trying to snatch my phone?” Zoya retorted. “And come on, if I really wanted to hurt her, you think she’d get off with just a little tumble?”

The moment Zoya said that, both Nicolas’s and Jasmine’s expressions changed. They’d experienced Zoya’s fighting skills up close.

Nicolas himself had once been kicked across a room by her.

If she’d truly meant harm, Jasmine wouldn’t just be on the floor. She’d be in the hospital.

“Zoya!” Jasmine snapped. “If you’d handed over your phone, I wouldn’t have tried to take it. I know you’re the one who texted that reporter to smear me with that fire story! That’s why I wanted to check your phone!”

“What?” Nicolas’s eyes widened. He turned to Zoya. “Was it you?”

Zoya retorted coldly, “Shouldn’t we look at the evidence first? Jasmine claims the text was aimed at ruining her reputation, but now she’s accusing me out of nowhere. Isn’t that just slandering me?”

Nicolas faltered, then insisted, “Jasmine would never make things up about someone.”

Zoya laughed in disbelief. “Believe whatever you want. Just make sure you don’t regret it later.”

Just as Zoya was about to walk away and leave them behind, Nicolas suddenly reached out and grabbed her

arm.

Because that was her wounded arm, she hesitated for a split second, letting Nicolas get a grip on her.

“Let go!” Zoya said coldly.

“Then hand over your phone and let us check it, or I’ll call the cops and tell them you’re the one who framed Jasmine!” Nicolas threatened.

Zoya shot him a frosty glare. “You can believe whatever lies you want, but I have no obligation to play along. I’ll say this one last time. Let go.”

“And if I don’t?” Nicolas challenged, gripping her harder.

Annoyed, Zoya didn’t even hesitate. She raised her leg and delivered a solid kick right to Nicolas’s chest. That one kick sent Nicolas flying. He sprawled on the floor, looking like a total mess.

The commotion instantly drew everyone’s attention, and soon, all eyes were on them.

“What’s going on?” Wren suddenly appeared, frowning as he looked at Zoya.

“It’s nothing. Just a minor issue,” Zoya replied coolly.

But Wren’s gaze locked onto Zoya’s right arm.

He spotted a splash of bright red slowly bleeding through her pale beige sleeve.

“Did your wound tear open?” Wren asked worriedly.

“Probably happened when Nicolas grabbed me just now. It’s no big deal. I’ll slap on some medicine when I get back.” Zoya said.

A torn wound and a little blood were nothing to her

But Wren’s expression grew downright grim, a dangerous edge in his eyes.

He turned to Nicolas, who was only just dragging himself off the floor. “Was this your doing?”

Nicolas‘ face burned with humiliation as he bristled with anger. Hearing Wren’s question, he shot back, “I suspect Zoya secretly sent that text to the reporter to smear Jasmine. I just wanted her to hand over her phone, that’s all!”

Wren fixed his gaze on Nicolas, closing in step by step. “You’re demanding she hand over her phone?”

“That’s right! If she’s got nothing to hide, then let her prove it and hand it over!” Nicolas retorted.

In a flash, Wren was standing right in front of him, his towering presence almost suffocating Nicolas.

And the look in Wren’s dark eyes carried a dangerous sharpness that made Nicolas’s back crawl.

“You grabbed Zozo’s arm with your right hand, didn’t you?” Wren remarked, barely glancing at Nicolas’s hand.

At that moment, Nicolas finally noticed there were traces of blood on his fingertips.

Nicolas was stunned to see the blood. “I didn’t know Zoya was hurt. If she hadn’t played keep–away with her phone, this would’ve never happened…”

“She never needs to prove her innocence to the likes of you!” Wren interrupted.

Right as his words hit the air, there was a sickening crack.

Wren had taken hold of Nicolas’s right hand and snapped it.

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