In response, Jarrod pulled over, quickly got out of the car, and gently lifted Jamie out of the car.

"Don't worry. Alec will be here soon to take you to the hospital,” he reassured her before closing the car door and driving away.

Left alone, Jamie was stunned, barely able to process what had just happened.

She was dumbfounded that Jarrod would leave her alone on the roadside like that.

Frustration and anger surged within her. “What the hell! This is ridiculous!" she yelled, stomping her foot in irritation.

She was convinced that Jarrod's haste was because of Nicole, that bitch he was always concerned about.

Determined, Jamie pulled out her phone and dialed Howe, her eyes flashing with anger.

However, her calls went unanswered.

In Howe's place, the video playing loudly on Howe's device drowned out the sound of the vibrating phone.

Howe, who had been preparing himself for a while to avoid previous further embarrassments, approached Nicole.

By this time, Nicole had regained her composure, knowing the only one who could save her was herself.

As Howe neared her with an evil glint in his eyes, Nicole suddenly pushed herself back and delivered a strong kick to his face.

“Ouch! Damn it!" Howe yelped in surprise, tumbling to the floor.

Nicole also fell, the chair cushioning her fall and preventing serious injury.

Struggling, Nicole dragged herself and the chair toward a small knife, the same one Howe had used on her earlier.

Despite its sharpness, she found it too small.

Firmly, she sawed at the ropes, first freeing one hand and then the other.

Meanwhile, Howe, recovering from his fall, advanced toward Nicole, holding his sore face. He stepped on Nicole's face, cursing, "You bitch! You deserve this! Still resisting? I'll see how you cope when I've taken your Limbs!"

Howe picked up a chair and swung it with force.

“Ah! Shit!" Howe let out a scream of pain as the chair in his hand crashed to the ground.