Suddenly, she crashed into a sturdy figure, feeling arms wrap around her waist.

The glaring sun made her squint, and when her vision cleared, she screamed in fright upon seeing Jarrod.

In a swift move, she stabbed him with the knife she held.

"Ugh..." Jarrod, groaned in pain.

Nicole was overwhelmed by fear. Her recent ordeals had left her on edge, triggering almost instinctive reactions.

She stabbed him again, the sunlight catching on the bloodied blade.

Jarrod held onto Nicole's wrist so tightly that she felt like it was about to break.

"You're insane!" he shouted, blood oozing from his wound.

Howe, drenched in blood, hurried after them, his eyes lighting up when he saw Jarrod.

"Jarrod, look at this mess she's made of me. Grab that bitch! Don't let her slip away!"

Nicole quickly figured out they were working together.

Her eyes widened in shock and fear as she yelled, "Let me go! Let me go!"

Howe shouted back, "No way we're letting her go. She just called the police. We can't let her get out of here!”

“Release me! Let me go!" Nicole kept fighting back.

One thing filled her mind. She had to get away from these two. It was the only way she'd be safe.

Jarrod held her hands tightly behind her, his icy stare fixed on her.

“Did you call the police?"

A hint of ruthlessness flashed through Jarrod's sharp eyes.

Nicole held her breath for a moment. She had no strength to answer Jarrod. All she wanted now was to run away.

Howe winced in pain, and his body trembled. He said in a panic, "Jarrod, stop that bitch and get her in the car. We have to go.