As long as Vicki honored her promise, Nicole was indifferent to any manipulations. Otherwise, she would not tolerate Doreen's abuse.

Doreen lifted the bottles of champagne and beer, tipping them over Nicole's head. She taunted, “Don't you enjoy drinking? No worries! Even if you're not a fan of drinking, I'll make sure you develop a taste for it. Enjoy your time!"

The sharp smell of alcohol soaked Nicole's face.

With her eyes closed, Nicole remained passive, not resisting.

Driven to further cruelty by Nicole's lack of reaction, Doreen slapped Nicole twice. Unsatisfied, she grabbed a bottle, aiming to strike Nicole's head.

But Vicki intervened just in time, grabbing Doreen's wrist. "Doreen, haven't I told you? She can't show any visible injuries. It would reflect poorly on you."

Doreen and Vicki weren't concerned about Nicole's well-being, but rather how it might tarnish their reputation as debutantes.

Doreen reluctantly released her grip, and the bottle dropped to the floor, rolling away.

Vicki had made it clear to Doreen that she must not kill Nicole while humiliating and tormenting Nicole without any visible injuries was an option. Otherwise, it would reflect poorly on them.

But Doreen was seething with resentment. At that moment, all she wanted was to end Nicole's life. Back at her wedding, Nicole humiliated her, turning her into a laughingstock. She had thought marrying Roscoe would solve everything.

However, Roscoe wouldn't even let Doreen touch him. Whenever Doreen approached, he grew visibly disturbed, even attempting to strangle her once.

Doreen couldn't shake the dreadful look in Roscoe's eyes, reminiscent of a zombie from a movie. He seemed more like a shell of a person, acting erratically. She found Roscoe unsettling and frightening. It seemed only that woman skilled in witchcraft could control his wild emotions.

Doreen no longer dared to be in the same room with him. Her resentment toward Nicole was profound. If not for Nicole, they wouldn't have resorted to such drastic measures just to control Roscoe.

Yet, without those extreme measures, Doreen knew Roscoe would never have married her. Ultimately, all her efforts of trying to make Roscoe fall for her were utterly fruitless.

Doreen couldn't accept this and felt ready to burst with anger. She pushed Nicole's head down, yanking her hair and shoving her head into a trash bin.

Nicole's scalp numbed, losing sensation.

Doreen's fury didn't wane. Instead, it only grew as she took it further, pulling a trash bag over Nicole's head and tightening it until Nicole struggled for air. "You bitch! How dare you steal my man! Jarrod has left you, and Roscoe is mine. No one's going to save you now. It's over for you!"

Doreen opened and closed the trash bag as if it were a playful act.

Nicole felt as if she were suffocating, teetering on the edge of death. She felt like a broken toy, mercilessly tormented by Doreen.

It became clear that Doreen intended to kill her.