Otherwise, we will be in trouble if the cops arrive."

Jarrod's scrutinizing eyes that had been fixed on Nicole's tattered clothes shifted to Howe's bloody leg. His fleek eyebrows furrowed tightly.

Without saying a word, Jarrod picked Nicole up effortlessly and ordered his men casually, "Clean up this place. Don't leave any trace."

Nicole felt like her world crumbled. She was so consumed by despair that her body shook uncontrollably.

She knew what Jarrod's words meant. They wanted to sweep the truth under the rug.

In that case, all the humiliation she had suffered would be in vain.

Judging from Howe's words, it was very obvious that this was not his first time hurting someone. Who knew how many women had suffered in this place?

At the thought of this, rage suddenly surged in Nicole's heart.

Nicole leaned over and bit Jarrod's chin hard. She was filled with fierce determination.

Jarrod hissed in pain.

He reached out, trying to pull her away.

Nicole seized this opportunity. She raised her leg and kneed his crotch hard.

"Shit!" Jarrod's face contorted in pain. He was forced to let her go.

Nicole immediately took out a small knife from his pocket, held it tightly, and charged at Howe.

She roared, "I will kill you!"

Howe was so startled that he stammered, "Oh... You.

He made an attempt to pull the bodyguard over to take the knife.

However, he tripped and fell right in front of Nicole.

As a result, the knife buried itself deeply into Howe's shoulder.

“Ah!" The excruciating pain made Howe scream.