On the street below, Roscoe was still earnestly questioning passersby, trying to locate Nicole.

Observing the emptiness in her eyes, Jarrod's fury intensified, and he grabbed the back of her neck, demanding, “Why don't you look up?"

On the rooftop of the nearby building, a shadowy figure held a Large flowerpot, ominous and threatening as if it might topple over at any second.

Nicole's face drained of color as she looked up in shock. “Jarrod, you're insane!"

"Someone dared to touch my woman, so shouldn't I teach him a lesson?"

Jarrod tugged at his lip, offering a cold smile. “Where should this flowerpot land? On his head, neck, hand, or leg..."

As Jarrod listed each option, his icy hand traced these areas of Nicole's, ultimately grabbing her leg harshly and pressing down painfully.

Nicole gasped in pain, her face drained of color in the moonlight.

"You're insane! You won't meet a peaceful end!"

Her eyes brimmed with hatred. If she had a knife, she'd not doubt using it on Jarrod.

"Aren't you indifferent to death, wanting to die with him?" Jarrod tilted Nicole's chin up, forcing her to gaze downwards. “Then shout for him. See how frantically he's looking for you."

Nicole's lips remained firmly sealed, refusing to utter a word.

Jarrod's voice, dripping with derision, whispered in her ear, “Let him come. He's seen us together before."

Nicole felt numb all over, tears falling silently. “I won't beg for mercy." She said firmly, “Jarrod, you can't defeat me. We won't beg you for mercy."

The setup on the rooftop had been planned meticulously. Nicole was aware that Jarrod had intended to kill Roscoe from the beginning and then make her suffer. Giving in would only inflate his ego. She wouldn't grant him that pleasure.

“Go on. Do it, you killer!" Nicole suddenly screamed, provoking a laugh from Jarrod.

Jarrod's hand gently stroked her cheek, his tone chilling yet soft as he said, "Nicole, are you trying to provoke me? If I plan to kill someone, it will seem like an accident, just like this flowerpot..."

"Nicole..." Roscoe finally spotted Nicole alongside Jarrod. His expression instantly hardened, and he rushed forward.

Jarrod laughed and said, "Such a good-looking face. It would be a pity to ruin it."

"No..." Nicole didn't even get to finish her word.