novelxo Chapter 2360
Her voice was a mix of charm and menace, wrapping around Lowe’s mind and ears.
Lowe backed away until he hit the door, cornered with no escape.
Seeing the glass bottle pressed against Nicole’s neck, Lowe screamed, “Stop! Stop… Please… Don’t stab! Don’t stab… Please!”
He had surrendered.
This woman was too crazy for him to handle.
He couldn’t deal with her.
If Vicki was a bitch hiding her true nature with a gentle facade, then Nicole was a poisonous scorpion, direct and intense in her threat.
Lowe was on the verge of tears.
Why were all these women so terrifying? He couldn’t handle them.
He wanted to go home.
He really did.
Nicole didn’t push the bottle further, but she didn’t let go either.
She knew she was reaching her limit and might collapse.
If Lowe realized she was bluffing, he might do something drastic.
She was waiting for the decisive moment.
This time, she had to win.
She couldn’t afford to lose.
“Bam!” The door flew open with a forceful kick.
Lowe was sent flying onto the sofa, crying out in pain.
“What the hell! Which bastard kicked me! Are you blind?”
“Ouch… Ouch…” He groaned in pain.
Not only had he failed to have any fun, but now he was also kicked flying.
It really hurt.
Why was he so unlucky?
A tall, imposing figure walked in.
The man had long legs, wore a single-breasted coat, and exuded a sharp, commanding presence.
An hour ago, as Jemma was about to leave, Nicole stopped her.
“Jemma…”
She hesitated.
“What’s wrong?” Jemma turned to face Nicole with a serious expression.
“Um, I might run into some trouble later.
I need your help with something,” Nicole explained.
Jemma gazed at Nicole intently.
“What seems to be the problem?”
Jemma paused, reflecting.
Having been in this industry for too long, she felt something amiss with Nicole’s seeming dedication.
Nicole hadn’t fully recovered yet.
Was any client this important? Plus, this job was not Nicole’s livelihood.
Did it demand such commitment?
A sudden realization struck Jemma.
“Is it the client in the chamber?”
Nicole’s silence confirmed her suspicion.
Seizing Nicole’s wrist, Jemma’s anxiety was palpable.
“You shouldn’t go then.
You’re not well.
Go home for some rest.
I’ll manage this.
”
Holding Jemma’s hand, Nicole replied, “I can’t dodge this forever.
Austin needs me, and so does his nanny.
It’s time I took a stand, or I’ll regret it.
”
Her voice steady, Nicole continued, “I need you now.
Could you help me?”
The trust Nicole placed in Jemma was profound, a testament to the inherent kindness that Nicole recognized in her, a kindness that could not stay concealed.