Nemesis Game

Chapter 51 She Called Other Man’s Name

She seemed to have something in mind, Peyton Moore’s gaze turned sinister.

"Is tomorrow night Patriarch Baker's birthday banquet?" She asked her assistant.

"Yes, the Moore family has already received the invitation."

Peyton suddenly showed an evil smile. She reached out to touch her swollen and red face.

"Hehe" She sneered. Helena Powell had slapped her twice and she must pay for the price!

Now Patriarch Baker was back, let’s see how Gabriel Baker could be arrogant.

She wanted the scandal between Samantha Powell and Gabriel to become a fact.

…

Samantha was removing her makeup in the dressing room. Clara Fraser passed her phone to her.

“Someone is calling you.” Clara glanced at the phone number which was flashing on the screen.

She didn’t take the liberty to answer the phone as she knew Samantha was concerned about her, who

was placed by Gabriel to her. That's why she wouldn’t do something that she shouldn't do.

Samantha stunned for a moment and took a look at the phone. She was very familiar with the phone

number, and she held the phone tightly.

“Hello, this is Samantha speaking.” Samantha calmed herself down and said with a cold tone.

A man’s low and cold voice rang out from the other side of the phone, “I’m now at the entrance of the

studio. I’ll give you five minutes.”

Feeling the man’s domineering manner, Samantha’s heart began to sink.

Why Ruben come to the studio at this time? Was it because he knew that Peyton had been beaten, so

he came and asked about it?

She wanted to say something else, but the call was cut off.

She had no choice, no matter Ruben was here with what reason, she had to go.

If she didn’t get close to him, how could she capture him?

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

She didn’t tell Clara where she was going, just told her she had something to do tonight and had to go

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She went out and saw the familiar car had parked under the tree not far from the studio.

She looked around like a thief, and then quickly opened the door and got into the car.

She sneered in her mind. Why she felt like they were cheating?

However, the man in this car was her legitimate husband.

How did she get this nervous feeling?

Samantha opened and closed the door in a clean action.

“What are you looking at?” The man didn’t have much expression, and he didn’t look domineering at

all.

Samantha glanced at him and snickered, "What am I looking at? Of course, is to see if anyone saw us

... I don't want to be targeted by Peyton's fans again."

Hearing Peyton's name, Ruben's gaze had a change.

"You're already notorious, and will you still worry about this one more charge?" His thin lips curved up

in a nice arc and looked indifferent.

Samantha bit her lower lip and spoke teasingly, "That's right, Peyton is so powerful. If she knew I had

anything to do with you, I'm afraid I’ll be killed by her."

Ruben paused and turned his head to look at her deeply.

"Isn't that what you want?"

He finally knew whom her hostility was directed at.

Could she be deliberately approaching him for Peyton?

What exactly she wanted to do?

Samantha's heart skipped a beat. Noticing the Ruben's suspicion and scrutiny, she smiled, "I don't

know what Mr. Knight is talking about. I don't understand a single word you're saying."

What a joke, would she admit it?

She wouldn't. Wouldn't that be looking for death?

"Well, are you women in the entertainment industry were so calculating?" Ruben glanced at her and

there was full of paranoid and mockery in his words.

Samantha shot back, "Mr. Knight, don’t forget about Peyton, she is also in the entertainment industry."

As soon as she said that, the atmosphere in the car turned serious and weird in a sudden.

Ruben stared still at her for a long time before he said.

"What is your animosity with Peyton?" His said with a low speed.

Samantha was shocked, her pupils contracted slightly, and she scratched her palms nervously.

What did he mean by this? Was he probing her? Or, did he notice something? Or did she show her

hatred for Peyton too obviously?

"It was no before, but from now on it is ..." Samantha smiled with her fingers touching his chest and

grabbed his tie smoothly, "Stealing her man, is this a deep hatred?"

She was enchanting and charming, like a blooming mandala in the dark. People were easily attracted

by her evilness.

Ruben's body stiffened slightly, and clasped her restless wrist with his long hand, said in a deep tone,

"Stealing? You overestimate yourself too much!"

Samantha tilted her head, her pretty curls draped over her chest and her red lips slightly pursed, "Then

we can try and see if I can ... steal you away from her?"

She took it for granted and her delicate tone had a hint of arrogance and seduction.

Ruben glanced at her and the corner of his lips curved even more bigger.

He stopped talking. Samantha got off him, but she was curious to know where he was taking her today.

Of course, this question didn’t distress her for too long.

Because she sat in the car for a while, then she found that her head was dizzy and her limbs were

getting cold, and she couldn't help but fall asleep.

Samantha's head slid feebly to his shoulder, leaning gently.

Ruben who had been looking out the window in silence, felt the strength coming from his shoulder, he

subconsciously turned back.

He was stunned.

He saw her flawless face with dark bruise under her eyes, and there was an abnormal redness on her

cheeks.

"Helena!" He tempted to pat her face, and his cold palm could feel her hot temperature.

He was shocked, was this woman made of paper?

She was indeed too thin, even the veins on her forehead could be seen clearly.

He was just about to push her away while Samantha with her eyes closed suddenly grabbed his hand

and murmured in pain.

"Why ... don't you want me anymore …"

She suddenly opened her eyes, and her misty eyes were filled with hatred.

This hatred immediately rushed to Ruben's heart, and he froze.

‘Why don't you want me anymore?’

Was she in a nightmare?

The eyes slowly began to close, her pale thin fingers were still clutching his sleeve, and her breathing

became very weak.

She seemed to be very insecure. At this time, she was so lonely and helpless. She was more

affectionate at this time than when she was awake.

Men were sympathetic to vulnerable women.

Ruben too.

He was moved with compassion and was about to reach out and embrace her.

Samantha's pale, dry lips slowly opened, and softly murmured another man's name.

"Gabriel..." Please, help me!

His face turned gloomy in a sudden and pursed his lips. There was tension of a major serious incident

was about to happen.