Chapter 2 Young Mistress Meyer Is Threatening Young Master Ziven

• Arielle discovered that she’d been given a new lease on life. She was burning up while in a deep V-neck evening gown and heavy makeup. Plus, the time indicated on the clock on the wall was 7:48. Everything was hauntingly familiar. I’ve actually gone back to when I’m 18 years old, and tonight is the day I got engaged to Ziven Meyer!
• In her previous life, it was during this engagement party that she was drugged. When Ziven’s subordinate came in search of her, she was entangled with two male makeup artists. Although the person who barged in halted the assault, saving her innocence in the process, the scandal instantly spread like wildfire, and her reputation ended up in tatters. In the end, Ziven still married her to fulfill his grandmother’s last wish, but he never again looked at her with warmth in his eyes.
• At this very moment, there are only two minutes left until the beginning of the greatest tragedy in my life! Arielle dug her nails into her palms to maintain a sliver of sobriety with the pain. She moved to the door, but before she could open it, she heard someone speaking outside. “Ensure that you’re circumspect, and after the fact, insist that it was the b*tch who seduced you both.”
• “Got it. Don’t worry, Young Lady Willow. No one will ever know you’re involved in this matter,” a man replied.
• Willow’s voice again drifted over softly. “After the deed is done, I’ll have someone transfer the balance. Conversely, you know the consequences if you fail.”
• “Nothing will go wrong, so just wait for the show, Young Lady Willow.”
• Arielle’s hands fisted even tighter. In my previous life, I never suspected her, but little did I know that she’d been scheming against me from the very beginning!
• As she burned increasingly hotter, a wealth of panic overwhelmed her. This is bad! Considering my current condition, I won’t be able to resist them when they come in. At that time, they can still slander me and claim that I seduced them after forcing themselves on me. I can’t stay here! I must flee! The dressing room and the adjacent lounge were connected, so she immediately crept to the lounge door after snagging an eyebrow razor as a weapon.
• As soon as she’d shut the connecting door, the door of the dressing room behind her swung open, and the two male makeup artists strode in. “Where is she?”
• “Go and check whether she’s in the washroom.”
• Arielle quickly opened the lounge door and made her way to the elevator, stumbling through the corridor. Just as she’d stepped into the elevator, the voice of one of the male makeup artists drifted into her ears from the corridor. “D*mn it, that woman has taken off! Give chase, quick!”
• The engagement party was being held in a hotel, so the hotel lobby on the ground floor was now full of guests. Not knowing what she might do later since she’d been drugged, Arielle took the elevator down to the basement parking lot while she still had a shred of awareness left. No matter what, I’ve got to leave this place tonight!
• In the near distance was a car with its door opened. Gritting her teeth, she shot in and held the eyebrow razor to the man’s neck. “Drive away from here, quick!” she urged hoarsely.
• His brows slightly furrowed, the man’s alluring black and bright eyes dipped, and he stared at the girl who was holding an eyebrow razor to his neck, his gaze chilly.
• Arielle felt a chill encasing her. This man is really cold! At this time, two men charged out of the elevator, obviously still searching for her. Having no time to even spare the man a glance, she slammed the car door shut with a bang as she pressed the eyebrow razor down another inch. “Order him to drive!”
• “Young Master Ziven…” Yoel Lennox, who was in the driver’s seat, was stunned silly. Soon-to-be Young Mistress Meyer is threatening Young Master Ziven with a razor against his neck! W-What’s happening here?
• It was at that moment that Arielle finally had a good look at the man she was threatening. The devastatingly handsome countenance shook her so much that her hand trembled, and she accidentally cut a shallow line on his neck with the eyebrow razor. Oh my God, how could I be so ‘lucky’ that the owner of the car I randomly selected turned out to be the male protagonist of the engagement party tonight? It was the man she’d sworn never to love again before she’d breathed her last during her previous life—Ziven Meyer!