Nemesis Game novel Chapter 68

A shiver crept down Samantha’s spine after hearing Nia's words, she clenched onto her mobile.

“Miss Nia…” she tried to explain further.

But Nia laughed sarcastically, “Helena, I don’t wish to go against you, but one word from me, Mrs. Baker will cast you out right away. So, pack up and stay away from Gabriel, if not you will be in vain!”

It was no longer a warning but a threat from Nia. She was fierce and dominating especially when it came to Gabriel.

Everyone in the town knew Nia from S City had been chasing behind Gabriel’s tail for many years, she cared about nothing but Gabriel and no one dared to go against her.

Not Mrs. Baker, she would never be Mrs. Bakers!

Samantha wanted to continue but Nia hung up the phone, giving her no chance to defend herself.

Regardless of whether what Gabriel said at the party was true or not, she had indeed become a thorn in Nia’s eyes!

She thought Nia would at least be reasonable due to Ruben, but she was wrong.

Anxiety hit Samantha when she heard the beeps from the other end.

Gabriel was her only savior.

She became a headless chicken ever since she failed to contact Gabriel.

Clara reminded her, “Why don’t you call Mr. Knight? He should know where Mr. Baker is.”

Call Ruben?

Samantha looked at her suspiciously, “Do you think it will work?”

Clara nodded her head continuously; she was confident that Ruben knew Gabriel’s whereabouts.

Nia was not afraid of her, but she was afraid of Ruben.

But it was just a flash of an idea, she gave up the next second.

She could never forget how cold and mean Ruben was that night.

Nia was a viper while Ruben was a beast!

They were indeed cousins, two peas in the same pot!

But what could be her next step?

“Let me calm down a bit, Universal Entertainment hasn’t made any announcement yet, there’s still a chance to reverse all this.” Samantha took out a packet of cigarettes and lighted one.

Clara advised her, “Helena, the doctor did say cigarette could help you destress and might help with your sickness, but smoking is not good for health, especially woman.”

Samantha looked bitter; she didn’t reply but looked at the lighted cigarette in her hand.

The smoke from the cigarette blurred her gorgeous face.

She was like a fairy in the mist, every gesture of hers was seductive.

“I won’t smoke, I will only look at it burning.” She said slowly after a while.

Clara was bewildered, “Why?”

Why would you light a cigarette if you won't smoke?

Samantha ignored her, she leaned against the sofa helplessly and watched the burning cigarette silently. The burning flames on the cigarette were like flames that light up her pathetic dark life.

“I need to control myself.” She said in a husky voice.

She wasn’t an addict, but she felt suffocated every time she thought of the past.

For her, she was dead, and these weak flames were the only source that kept her warm.

Only at this moment that she felt slightly alive.

Even though she lived like the walking dead, but she was still alive.

While she was worried about Nia’s threat, she received a call from Dillon.

“Miss Powell, I know you argued with Mr. Knight, but can you come over? He is sick but refused to go to the hospital.” Dillon said with an anxious and sorrowful voice.

Samantha’s head was empty, and she said emotionlessly, “That’s great.”

She didn’t know why she uttered those words, but she had no emotion at that moment.

His voice sounded weak; it was obvious that he was sick.

Dillon disregarded him and wanted to knock again.

But Samantha pulled her behind and said meanly, “I’m not leaving because you want me to! I came all the way to see if you are dead, but you want me to leave? Are you joking?”

“Miss Powell!” Dillon startled.

She was here for good or to provoke him further?

Samantha stood still and laughed. “So? Are you dead? Or let me watch you die; it’ll be my pleasure.” She continued to be mean and disregard how hurtful her words could be.

Dillon could rush over and cover Samantha’s mouth.

But there was no reply from the inside, it was dead silence.

Time passed and Dillon thought he would never open the door.

“You want me dead? Want to watch me die? Vicious woman, are you tired of living?” The door was pushed open, a pair of cold eyes looked at them.

Both Samantha and Dillon turned in the same direction and were astonished by the scene.

Blood stained the white shirt on Ruben’s body, he held onto the door frame and his tall body could collapse anytime. His handsome face was white, and he was all sweaty.

He stood with his back facing the light, though sounded weak but the glance was still sharp.

“What a disappointment, you are still alive!” Samantha's sight was blurred by all the dried blood stained on his body.

What happened to him? Why was he injured?

He raised his arms and pull her into the room soon after she finished.

“Bang!”

He slammed the door and it sounded like a huge explosion next to her ears.

“You wish me dead?”