Lady Warrior's Warth on Divorce Day novel Chapter 164

Jasmine worked with remarkable efficiency. Just two days later, she took Nicolas to the loan office.

When the 15 million dollars landed in his bank account, Nicolas finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“Let’s have a proper drink later, to celebrate and toast to your company’s future success,” Jasmine said with confidence. “I know I made the right choice.”

Nicolas pulled her into a hug, his voice thick with emotion. “Jasmine, I promise you won’t regret choosing me. I’ll prove it to you.”

He was determined to prove that he didn’t owe his success to Zoya, that his ability to start a business and take the company public was all his own doing.

Jasmine couldn’t help but smile. With the 15 million dollars coming through, not only could she handle that annoying Paul, but she could also bail Nicolas’s company out of its cash flow crisis, killing two birds with one

stone.

Once they got back to the villa, Jasmine made sure to grab a bottle of red wine so they could celebrate properly together.

After a few glasses, Nicolas felt his head spinning and kept mumbling, “Jasmine, I swear, everyone who ever looked down on me is going to see that without Zoya, I’m only going up from here!”

“Of course you will, especially with me backing you,” Jasmine replied with a playful smile, raising her glass but not really drinking.

Her gaze lingered as Nicolas’s eyes fluttered shut. He slumped onto the couch, completely passed out, spilling wine everywhere as the glass tumbled to the floor.

Jasmine walked over with a smile, picked up the fallen glass, and brushed her hand against Nicolas’s cheek. “Nicolas? Nicolas?”

Nicolas remained with his eyes closed, still unconscious.

Jasmine finally seemed content. She picked up his phone, used his fingerprint to unlock it, and pulled up the online banking app…

Just then, a wave of nausea churned in Jasmine’s stomach. She covered her mouth and dashed to the bathroom.

Leaning heavily over the sink, she retched repeatedly.

When she had nothing left to throw up, she rinsed her mouth, her chest still heaving, and slowly raised her head.

Gazing at her own reflection, Jasmine’s smile grew even brighter.

Her hand slowly rested on her belly. Normally, her period was super regular. She should’ve gotten it last week, but it still hadn’t shown.

And now, with all this sudden nausea, it honestly felt like fate was hinting at her that maybe the thing she’d been wishing for was finally here.

“Nicolas, if I really am carrying your baby, then you’d want to marry me right away, wouldn’t you? And you’d still forgive me for everything I’ve done, right?” she murmured.

If she were really pregnant, then this child would be her ultimate trump card.

She had lost her job and her reputation. Even her former friends now kept their distance as if she were bad

luck.

So she was determined to hold onto Nicolas, no matter what.

Zoya sat in front of her computer, fiddling with some high–tech gear to restore the video she’d brought back from the military base.

The blurry footage was slowly sharpening up, little by little.

As she watched, a shadowy figure walked into frame, and then, for just a split second, a faint flash lit up the

screen.

‘That flash… If it’s someone using a lighter to spark up a cigarette; then that person must be the one who was actually smoking,‘ Zoya thought to herself.

The cameras installed in military drones were all high–definition with high pixel resolution.

‘If I can restore the footage all the way, maybe I’ll finally be able to see who that person is, Zoya thought.

By the time evening rolled around, her phone buzzed unexpectedly.

“How’s everything going? Should I come pick you up?” Wren’s voice sounded through the phone.

“No need, I’m pretty much wrapped up for today. I’ll finish the rest tomorrow,” Zoya replied. “I’ll drive home myself. It’s actually more trouble for you to come out of your way.”

“Alright then, I’ll wait for you at the apartment,” Wren said.

“Okay,” Zoya said, hanging up. She then packed up her stuff and drove to the apartment.

On the way, her phone rang, and it was Eowyn. “By the way, there’s something I need to tell you,” Eowyn said.

She then gave Zoya the rundown on what Harvey had uncovered about Jasmine and Paul’s shady dealings. “Jasmine totally had it coming!

“She impersonated you as Nicolas’s lifesaver and now, boom, she’s getting blackmailed. That’s karma for her! And get this, Harvey said he’s got a whole show planned for her.”

Although Eowyn didn’t quite know Harvey’s plans either, since he had made it clear, she knew Jasmine and Nicolas were in for a rough time.

“Jasmine’s evil might go even deeper than this,” Zoya said, squeezing the steering wheel tighter.

If that video really gets brought back into full focus, and it turns out Jasmine was the one sparking up that cigarette, there’s no way I’ll let her off the hook,‘ Zoya promised herself.

“What else did she do?” Eowyn asked.

“Still investigating. I need that final piece of proof,” Zoya said. Right now, every clue pointed straight at Jasmine, but it was all circumstantial, nothing truly conclusive yet.

By the time their conversation wrapped up, Zoya’s car was rolling up to the front gate of the fancy apartment complex.

She parked, stepped out, and immediately caught sight of Daphne. Zoya’s gaze sharpened, eyes narrowing.

Daphne spotted Zoya, too. She hesitated a split second, then started making her way over.

“I’ve got something to attend to here. I’ll call you back later,” Zoya said to Eowyn over the phone.

“Alright,” Eowyn replied, hanging up.

Zoya put away her phone and earbuds, glaring coldly at Daphne as she came over. “What’s up?” Zoya asked.

“I came to see Wren, but since I ran into you, I’ve got something to say,” Daphne replied, her chin held high in

arrogance.

“I have nothing to say to you,” Zoya said, walking straight past her.

Daphne clenched her jaw, then rushed over to block Zoya’s path. “You sure look all high and mighty now, Zoya, just because you’re dating Wren, huh? But what if he betrays you one day? Would you really still stick around then?”

Zoya shot her a frosty look. “Whether he’s done something to betray me or not is for him to tell me, not you.”

Daphne snorted. “Seriously? You think he’d actually confess if he did something behind your back? With a guy like Wren, if he wants to keep secrets, you could spend your whole life in the dark.”

Zoya completely ignored Daphne and kept walking.

Daphne called out behind Zoya, her voice sharp. “Zoya, do you really think that if he does something to betray you, you’d still stay with him? Let me tell you—”

She hadn’t even finished her sentence before someone else cut her off, “I’d really like to know, too, what I have done to betray Zozo!”

Daphne went rigid instantly as she recognized Wren’s voice.