Jarrod's palm, cut by the blade, bled heavily, but he didn't seem to care. He lifted Nicole's chin with his bloodied hand and, in a cold and piercing voice, said, "Since you don't want to have an abortion, we shall try a different approach."

Nicole couldn't fathom the depths of Jarrod's madness.

With her hand incapacitated, she was completely vulnerable.

At this moment, Jarrod fastened her in with the seatbelt and drove away from the clinic.

Soon, the car stopped outside a club. Jarrod roughly pulled Nicole out and hurried her into a chamber.

Inside, the room was filled with several imposing men. Even their faces were marked by prominent muscles.

Jarrod uncaringly threw Nicole onto the floor. Then, he lounged on the sofa and rested his legs on a glass coffee table. He casually tossed a stack of money onto the table and said to the men, "Take good care of this woman. Once she's pleased, you can split this among yourselves!"

These bodyguards, seasoned with decades of experience, had never encountered such an unexpected turn.

For the first time, they saw a chance for both wealth and pleasure.

It felt like a dream come true.

Meanwhile, Nicole's face went ashen. She realized Jarrod had completely lost his mind.

She knew he was ruthless, but she never imagined he bring in a group of men to...

These ravenous men closed in on her, each bearing a sinister grin.

Nicole staggered backward, only to hit a wall. She had no way out.

Desperate, she grabbed an alcohol bottle and swung it frantically.

“Stay away! Don't touch me! Get away from me!"

However, she received nothing but scornful laughter.

Even if she had fighting skills, she couldn't overpower these men, especially with a broken hand and weakened Legs.

What could she use defend herself against them? Just a bottle?

A sense of profound humiliation engulfed Nicole. She felt as if she had fallen into a dark, hopeless abyss.