The Billionaire’s Wife is an Assassin

Chapter 51



The day went by quietly and peacefully, No mission, No one to destroy the days as everyone had sincere smile and a sincere cold face.

It’s indeed sincere cold face, After all no one provoked them but they just keep their face cold repelling everyone that wants to go close to them.

Scarlett slowly opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling.

“I really don’t want to go to work today but I have to deliver that cake today” She muttered and rolled frequently on the bed until she rolled to the floor.

Falling hard to the floor, Scarlett let out a tiny scream.

“Is this floor made of human bones?” She muttered to herself and rubbed her hand that was hurting slightly.

Stretching out her right arm, she took out her phone that was on top of the table and looked at the time.

The next moment she sprang up in shock.

“What?! Why is it already 8 am, didn’t my alarm ring last night” She threw the phone aside and rushed into the bathroom.

Coming out again in the next 30 minutes with her towel tied around her chest, she has already washed up.

She slowly sat in front of the dressing table to start with her daily skin care routine.

“Knock knock” Someone knocked on the door from the outside.

Without thinking much, Scarlett came out and opened the door.

“Mr. Damien?” She called out surprised by his sudden appearance in front of her room.

Damien looked at the way she was dressed and swallowed.

“We will talk later, so you can chabmnge your clothes first and come to the study room” He said and left immediately as if he was running.

It was then Scarlett looked down at herself and saw that she was still trying her towel that barely covered her laps.

“What was I thinking?” She muttered slightly and immediately closed the door with red face.

“It’s so embarrassing” Scarlett cupped her face with her hand as she didn’t know how to meet people again after what just happened.

“Let’s forget it, it’s not like it’s a big deal” She consoled herself and finished her skin car routine.

After she was done, she changed her clothes and didn’t bother applying make up.

After all she is so pretty.

She came out from the room and headed into Damien’s head.

Opening the door of the study she saw Damien that was processing files while Aiden Numero was giving his daily reports.

“You wanted to see me” Scarlett asked abd went closer.

“There is a banquet in a few days time, I will take you and the kids with me” Damien said as Scarlett raised her head.

“I don’t think it’s necessary, It’s just a banquet and there is no need for us to follow” Scarlett refused bluntly.

Sincerely she doesn’t want to involve herself in the life of the rich people that are so complicated.

“It’s my Grand mother’s birthday banquet, I heard from her house keeper that she already called you” Damien raised his eyes and explained to her.

“She indeed called me but I don’t think it’s necessary” Scarlett still refused.

“You are my wife so is natural for you to go, your refusal is not allowed here” Damien finished speaking as Scarlett chuckled slightly.

“Well then dear Husband ” She rolled her eyes at him and walked away .

“President, Madame seems angry” Aiden said as Damien glanced at him coldly.

“I can see that you don’t have so much work on your hand ” He threatened as Aiden successfully shut up and decided to mind his Business.

“I will leave first ” Aiden slowly retreated so that the quarrel between husband and wife will not eventually burn him.

After he left, Damien closed the Laptop in front of him and stared at the space for a while.

After a while he stood up and left the Study and returned to the Living room.

“President” Aiden stood up after he saw Damien coming down.

“Let’s go” Damien said and made to leave when Ma’am Beatrice came over.

“Master” She called out.

“What’s the matter?” He asked.

“Madame looks angry, Won’t you coax her?” She asked as Damien raised his brows.

“What does that have to do with me?” He Asked.

” Of course you are her husband so you have to coax her, like buy her flowers or give her your card.

You can even buy any other gift” Ma’am Beatrice tried to urge him.

“I will think about it” He responded and immediately left.

After he left Ma’am Beatrice looked at his leaving back as Uncle Ben walked up to her.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“How does it feel to act like a match maker?” Uncle Ben asked.

“They’ve lived together for a long time and they are still cold to each other. I only want to warm up their relationship so it won’t be so awkward during Grand ma’s birthday”

“I’m leaving” Scarlett suddenly said behind them and walked past them leaving the house.

“Did she hear everything we said, and why didnt we hear her footsteps when she came over” Ma’am Beatrice muttered feeling a little embarrassed.

“She is just like Master, they always walk like ghost. Anyway don’t care about Young people, only them know what they want.” Uncle Ben patted her shoulder and retreated.

At work, Scarlett finally added the last design on the cake and sighed feeling relieved.

“Ok, we are done here” She said and washed her hands.

“Madame are you leaving?” Grace asked her.

“Yes,” She replied and checked her time, “It’s time for the kids to be picked up so I’m leaving first” She replied and removed her apron and then picked up her bag.

“Here is the gift for the bride at the other side, don’t forget to give it to her” She gave series of instructions before she finally turned and left the place.

She entered her car and drove to the school.

“Hello” The Head Teacher came over and greeted her after she got down from the car.

“Hello, Where are they?” Scarlett asked.

“Didn’t you send someone to pick them up?” The Head teacher asked her in return.

“What?!” Scarlett felt her heart skip.

“I didn’t send anybody.” She yelled out.

“But…” Just before the Head teacher could say a word her phone rang.

“Hello, If you Want to see your kids come to the address that I sent to you!”

Author’s note: Seems like the babies hs been abducted


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