“Why are you insisting that I pushed Jamie? Are you going to force me to admit it, then send me to the police station?"

"It's good that you know," Jarrod said coldly.

A self-deprecating smile appeared on Nicole's face, so she lowered her head to hide it.

What else could she expect from her relationship with Jarrod? There was only hatred between them. Endless hatred.

After a while, Nicole raised her head, met Jarrod's bloodshot eyes, and said indifferently, "Jarrod, is this only what you are capable of?

Nothing more than this?"

At this moment, there was only disdain in her eyes, making her momentarily return to the proud eldest daughter of the Lawrence family.

“Okay, you're asking for it, huh? I hope you can still be this proud later."

As he said this, the last trace of warmth in Jarrod's eyes disappeared. His tone was full of ridicule.

He turned around and whispered a few words to the man beside him.

Then, two bodyguards walked to the huge fish tank and fished out four bloodthirsty piranhas.

At Jarrod's command, they threw the fish into the water with a splash.

The four cruel creatures that had not been fed for a long time didn't leave. Instead, they surrounded the yacht, waiting for someone to feed them.

Jarrod looked down at the fish in the water and then at Nicole. His eyes darkened, which was terrifying. He looked like a devil crawling up from hell.

He asked, "Miss Lawrence, are you ready to start the game?"

Nicole couldn't figure out what Jarrod was up to. So she forced herself to calm down and asked, “What do you want to do?"

“Miss Lawrence, please go down and play with these little fish I raised. If you can come up, I'll let go of the matter of you pushing Jamie into the water."

Jarrod's voice was indifferent, but it contained unprecedented coldness and cruelty.

At the sight of the bloodthirsty fish in the water, Nicole felt a shiver down his spine.

She didn't expect Jarrod to be this crazy.