Enraged by her rejection, Howe twisted the truth.

"You just agreed to sleep with me, and now you back out? I never let go of what I want.

You're not leaving here without sleeping with me today!"

With her face flushed with anger, Nicole shot back, "What kind of nonsense are you talking about!"

"Watch your manners, Howe," Jamie chimed in.

"Miss Lawrence is from the prestigious Lawrence family. She's not someone you can just touch whenever you want."

Jamie casually explained Nicole's background to Howe. She knew him too well. If Howe set his sights on a woman, he would go to any lengths to have her.

The more challenging the pursuit, the harsher he would be once he succeeded.

The fate of the last woman was a grim reminder of this.

Realizing Jamie's warning implied he could not succeed today, Howe masked his intentions with a sly smile.

"Ah, it seems like I misunderstood. My apologies, Miss Lawrence."

Nicole eyed him warily.

“I'll make it up to you next time," Howe added with a wicked grin.

His gaze was terrifying like a nest of venomous snakes.

He swore to himself he would do whatever it took to get her.

With that, Harold stumbled toward the deck and searched for another temporary conquest.

Jarrod cast a cold glance at Nicole and issued an order, "Throw her out!"

Two security guards moved to carry out the order without a second thought.

But Nicole, in a desperate bid, clung to Jarrod's trousers.

"Mr. Schultz, please. Just give me five minutes."