“Where's your item?"

Mr. Hampton grew impatient. "How do I know you're not deceiving me?"

Nicole replied, “It's clear I wouldn't have it on my person. Show me the papers, and I'll guide you to where they can be safely destroyed."

Mr. Hampton narrowed his eyes. "And why should I believe you?"

Nicole shot back, "I have no trust in you either. When there's mutual distrust, the one with the upper hand sets the terms."

"You sure have a way with words." Mr. Hampton burst out laughing.

Suddenly, his tone shifted. "Grab her!"

Two bodyguards in black quickly emerged from a hidden door.

Mr. Hampton's once light-hearted attitude shifted to a more threatening one. He had made arrangements to take Nicole down.

But Nicole had anticipated his actions. She wasn't naive. With swift motion, she dashed forward, her wrist flipping elegantly, pressing a cold, gleaming dagger against Mr. Hampton's throat.

Mr. Hampton seemed unfazed by this sudden threat, underestimating Nicole. He yelled at his bodyguards, “Hurry, take her down!"

The bodyguards, well-trained, exchanged looks and coordinated their attack, attempting to ambush Nicole from both sides.

Nicole, however, was quicker, her dagger moving decisively. Her movements were swift, fierce, and accurate.

Blood flew in the air.

Mr. Hampton groaned in pain, angrily shouting, "Curse you, woman!

You're asking for trouble!"

Seeing Nicole's seriousness, the bodyguards paused, their main job being to protect Mr. Hampton.

Nicole said coldly, “Lowe, if you show no kindness, expect none in return!"

"Damn it!" Lowe was livid. He had planned to severely punish the one who threatened him, imagining cutting off the other party's limbs and tongue.

Initially attracted to Nicole's figure, Lowe had thought to take advantage of her before dealing with her. But now, he found himself outmatched by her.