At this moment, Nicole felt cold all over.

She wanted to explain. But she had just said she was disgusted with him. Explaining now seemed futile.

She felt so cold that even her lips and teeth trembled.

“Jarrod, I didn't say..."

Nicole's words were interrupted by a loud bang.

Before she knew it, her body had already fallen into the water with a splash.

The bloodthirsty revelry kicked off in an instant.

As Nicole's body submerged in the biting cold water, she felt the chill penetrate every inch of her being.

She couldn't stop her body from shivering. Her limbs suffered severe cramps and numbness.

But she couldn't waste even a single second. The water had washed away the blood on her forehead. Those voracious piranhas had already smelled it, and they quickly swam toward her.

Nicole bit the tip of her tongue, hoping to dispel the numbness. She didn't stop, even if she had already tasted blood in her mouth.

Then, she quickly swam toward the yacht.

At this moment, a life-saving rope was lowered from the yacht.

Jarrod knew Nicole was good at swimming. As long as she grabbed the rope, she would surely be safe.

But so what if she made it back to the yacht safely? At this moment, he already despised her to the core. Even if she miraculously survived, he would definitely continue tormenting her until her life became a living hell.

Jamie still stood on the deck, wanting to watch the fun. But when Jarrod turned around and saw her, he said concernedly in a warm voice, "Why don't you go inside? You may catch a cold if you stay here longer.”

Jamie held Jarrod's arm and said coquettishly, “Look at you. Your clothes are still wet. Go inside and get changed. I want you to accompany me."

Suddenly, the crowd behind them burst into an uproar.

Someone shouted, "She got bitten!"

These three words made Jarrod's fingers tighten, and his brows furrowed deeply. He instantly brushed off Jamie's hand and rushed to the railing to check.