“Well, I must say that you've done a good job with your little tricks.

Jarrod's tone was flat. But for some reason, it made Nicole feel even more scared.

Nicole couldn't guess what he knew, so she had to play dumb.

"What do you mean?"

Jarrod took out a stack of photos and threw them on her face. The sharp corner of one of the photos even cut her ear.

"The night before yesterday, it was Korbin from the Capital Company.

Yesterday afternoon, it was Mr. Freeman. And this noon, it was Jerry.

What a tight schedule."

He paused. But without waiting for her answer, he disdainfully asked in a low voice, “Nicole, are you sure you have entertained all of them?"

Nicole felt like she was struck by lightning. Her mind went blank, and she couldn't think of a word to retort.

It turned out that Jarrod knew all about her making allies.

She panicked, thinking she was doomed this time.

Nicole was so scared that she turned around and was about to run out.

She didn't have time to think about anything.

But before she could take a step, Jarrod quickly grabbed her neck and pressed her face hard against the French window.

He pressed his thin lips against her ear from behind and asked coldly, “Where did they touch you?"

Nicole was terrified. Her face was pressed hard against the thick glass, making her feel like it was about to deform. And she felt that Jarrod was tying up her hands behind with a chain.

He must be going crazy again. What if he would kill her this time?

At the thought of this, Nicole trembled all over. She struggled while explaining, "No, they didn't touch me."

Would Jarrod believe Nicole? He hated people who resisted his control, so he was blinded by anger now.