Nicole was thrown off, landing hard.

The cause was soon apparent. Nails were scattered across the floor, puncturing both tires of her motorcycle.

Nicole lay there, wracked with pain, feeling every inch of her body scream in agony.

“Why aren't you running now?" Lowe taunted, crouching beside her.

Nicole's mind was alert, but her body was unresponsive. The fall had been severe, leaving her feeling completely numb.

With a muted thud, Lowe then delivered a punch to Nicole's abdomen.

His strength might not have been formidable, he still possessed enough strength to land a blow that hurt.

The punch left Nicole feeling a pang of pain, and she held her stomach and stifled a grunt. A bitter taste filled her mouth, causing her to cough and sputter relentlessly.

“Curse you for daring to attack me!" Lowe sneered. “You'll pay for this here and now. And then, it'll be their turn.”

Lowe paused, his finger tracing up Nicole's arm before picking up a drop of her blood and tasting it. He then smiled, seemingly pleased.

He commented on the sweetness of Nicole's blood.

Lowe's hand drifted from her arm to her chest, articulating slowly, "I'm going to savor this."

As he talked, Nicole felt him gradually unzip her leather jacket. The skin beneath her collarbone became exposed, and the document she had fought so hard to secure was being taken from her. Panic flooded her thoughts. No, no, no!

In desperation, Nicole lifted her head and bit down hard on Lowe's hand.

"Ouch!" Lowe howled in pain.

Reacting swiftly, he grabbed Nicole's head and slammed it against the floor.

With a bang, the impact sent a jolt of pain through Nicole's head, causing her vision to blur.

Lowe, struggling to pull his hand away, sat nursing his wound, his face twisted in agony.

The bodyguards gathered around him, assessing his injury.

Seizing the moment, Nicole quickly zipped her jacket back up and, clutching the document, made a break for it.