Divorce Anxiety

Divorce Anxiety Chapter 220

Chapter 220 Let Me Help You

Cold sweat was trickling down Tyson’s forehead as he stared at the document. “Vanessa is such a vicious woman!”

Meanwhile, sheer hostility was apparent on Samuel’s handsome and chiseled face.

“Mr. Macari, shouldn’t we inform Ms. Johnson about these?” Tyson asked curiously.

Samuel shook his head in response.

Tyson was taken aback upon seeing Samuel’s response. “But won’t doing so allow us to reveal Vanessa’s sinister schemes?”

“But I want Nicolette dead,” Samuel stated, his eyes cold.

Then, everything clicked into place for Tyson.

Samuel would never intervene if he could use Vanessa to take Nicolette’s life.

He no longer harbored feelings for Nicolette as she had nearly killed Kathleen.

Furthermore, she caused Kathleen a great deal of psychological trauma and even killed his two unborn children.

How could he possibly let Nicolette off the hook?

Samuel was already being charitable by not offering Vanessa a weapon and assisting her in murdering Nicolette.

Tyson eventually understood Samuel’s intention. Quietly, he said, “You have a point. We should just let the wicked punish themselves. There’s no need for you to get your hands dirty, Mr. Macari.”

It was not worth it to be charged with a crime because of people like them.

“Oh, right,” Samuel said with a slight smile. “Acquire the brand of this jacket.”

Tyson was puzzled. Samuel’s spontaneous request had taken him by surprise.

“I noticed Kate wearing a few of their jackets. Please get in touch with them and request that they appoint Kate as their spokesperson,” Samuel stated lightly.

Even though Tyson was still speechless, he managed to reply with a simple “okay.”

Samuel, on the other hand, focused on the jacket hung next to him. The longer he stared at it, the happier he felt.

Tyson could tell that Samuel was in an exceptionally good mood by looking at the latter’s crossed legs, which were bouncing rhythmically.

It seemed that Samuel and Kathleen were making good progress.

Thank God.

Meanwhile, Kathleen was filming diligently with the film crew.

And around the afternoon came Charles, who paid her a visit.

“Charles, what brings you here?” Kathleen asked. She was rather sweaty as she had just finished shooting a scene.

It was an action scene.

In order to present a more realistic shot, Kathleen had done the scene on her own without a stunt double.

Charles cleaned the grime off her face before announcing, “Mio wants you to be their spokesperson.”

Utterly taken aback, Kathleen asked, “Really?”

“Yes.” Charles nodded.

“Didn’t Mio say they’d never hire a spokesperson?” Kathleen questioned, still in a state of shock. “Their jackets are really comfy to wear, though.”

“That was what the ex-boss of Mio said. The current boss is apparently different,” Charles explained.

Kathleen was once again taken aback by the information she was getting. “The ex-boss and the current boss? Did Mio have a change of bosses?”

Charles nodded in response.

“Who is the new boss?” Kathleen inquired, intrigued. “The fact that they chose me, an A-list actress, as the spokesperson, however, shows that they have superb taste.”

“Samuel Macari,” Charles replied flatly.

Kathleen was rendered speechless.

She did not expect Samuel to have acquired Mio right after receiving a jacket of the said brand from her not so long ago.

On top of that, he even appointed her as the spokesperson.

Thus, she had no idea how to react.

“What do you think?” Charles asked.

“Charles, you’re letting me take the job?” Kathleen asked, feeling surprised.

“Why not? It’s an opportunity to make money,” Charles reasoned. “Furthermore, quite a few prestigious brands are also interested in working with you. I’ll arrange it so that all shots can be completed within three days.”

Kathleen nodded. “Okay. You carry on with the arrangements then. I’ll do as you say.”

With a trace of irritation in his voice, Charles said, “To be honest, I’m not happy with this. Mio, however, makes more than just jackets. The complete apparel line was allotted to you, thanks to Samuel’s arrangement. Thus, I’m sure that you’ll be endorsing the other clothing items as well. Which brings to mind something I need to talk to him about—if he wants to make you the spokesperson, he had better make it permanent; he’s also not allowed to hire other spokespeople.” This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Once again, Kathleen was rendered speechless.

Charles seems to be blatantly threatening Samuel at this point. He knows that Samuel would definitely agree to his terms.

Not knowing what else to say, Kathleen opted to continue working instead. As she was about to turn around and leave, she informed, “I have to continue filming, Charles.”

“Go on. I should also get back to the hospital,” Charles replied lightly.

“Has Granny not awaken yet?” Kathleen asked.

Charles shook his head. “I’ve consulted the doctor, but he isn’t sure either. He said that we might have to wait until the next day.”

“After all, Granny was poisoned with a slow-acting poison,” Kathleen stated before continuing, “I don’t think she’ll wake up that soon. You should deal with your work, Charles. There are people in the hospital who could help look after Granny anyway.”

Charles huffed. “Samuel had instructed more people to be on guard. He’s always been eager when it comes to things like these.”

Helplessly, Kathleen retorted, “Charles, isn’t it good that Samuel’s offering help?”

Charles merely grunted in response.

“Well, he does have more men under him than you do,” Kathleen muttered.

“I’m just worried that the same things that happened to you in the past will happen again,” Charles explained.

Kathleen pursed her lips.

It was then that Charles realized that he had said something wrong. “I didn’t mean to bring it up.”

Kathleen sighed. “He won’t make the same mistake. Samuel’s not that foolish.”

She knew Samuel very well.

Charles gave her a sidelong glance. “You seem to know him extremely well.”

“What can I do? I’ve liked him for so long. I’ve been learning about him during my free time. How could I not know him well?” Kathleen smiled bitterly before continuing, “If I had used some of the time that I had spent to learn him on myself, I would’ve become famous two years ago.”

“That’s why you shouldn’t be a love-struck fool,” Charles exclaimed. “Kathleen, you’re living your best life now. So please don’t cause yourself trouble by getting into a relationship.”

Kathleen snorted. “Says the one who hoped I’d end up with either Chris or Caleb.”

Charles was embarrassed after hearing her words.

“To put it out in the open, you just don’t want me to get together with Samuel,” Kathleen suggested, raising a brow.

Charles huffed. “I just don’t want to give him another chance to hurt you!”

Kathleen breathed out another sigh before patting Charles on the shoulder. “You’re overthinking.”

With that, she turned on her heel and left.

Charles furrowed his brows.

What does she mean? Does she think that Samuel won’t hurt her?

He glanced at Kathleen, who was currently preoccupied with filming, and decided he didn’t want to bother her anymore. Thus, he quietly took his leave.

After the conversation, Kathleen was absorbed in her thoughts while filming. Why do I know Samuel so well to the extent that I know him better than myself?

By the time Kathleen finished her work, it was already evening.

Surprisingly, Samuel had come to pick her up.

Kathleen looked at him.

Apart from his shirt, he was dressed entirely in black and was still sporting the jacket she had given him.

He was breathtakingly handsome with distinct features, which consisted of thick brows and a straight nose bridge.

He often gave a cold and closed-off impression when his face was expressionless.

It was then that she realized she had been staring at him. She quickly walked over to him and said, “I’ll drive there myself.”

“I’d get scolded if you did so,” Samuel replied. He flashed her a half-smile as he stared at her. “You filmed an action scene today?”

Self-consciously, Kathleen touched her face. “How did you know? I’m sure I’ve wiped myself clean.”

“You’ve missed a spot,” Samuel said with a smirk. “Your ear.”

My ear?

Kathleen immediately shot her hand up to touch her ear.

Yet, she failed to find any specks of filth.

“Let me help you?” Samuel asked.

Hesitantly, Kathleen nodded.

Samuel took a handkerchief out from his pocket and gently wiped the dirt off her ear.

He quickly noticed how red Kathleen’s ear had turned.

Kathleen’s ears are her second-most sensitive body part. The most sensitive one is…

Samuel stopped his train of thoughts from spiraling any further. Like the gentleman that he was, he continued wiping her ear.

“All done,” Samuel stated with a smile.

He then caught a glimpse of Kathleen’s earlobe piercing and felt his heart skip a beat.

Slowly, he retracted his gaze and opened the car door. “Get in.”

Nodding, Kathleen got into the car.

After also getting into the car, Samuel ordered the driver to start driving.