She missed a step.

In an instant, she fell several meters down.

The piranhas, who had already tasted blood on the water's surface, leaped eagerly. They were very close to savoring a delicious meal.

Jarrod's eyes narrowed, and his hand holding the railing trembled unconsciously.

But he tried his best to suppress the surging emotions in his heart.

He reminded himself to be cruel and watched from the sidelines with cold eyes.

He knew Nicole. She was not the type who gave up easily. She never backed down.

True to form, Nicole grabbed the rope again and started to climb, defying all odds.

However, no one noticed her face was already deathly pale. In her desperate attempt to escape, the piranha bit her calf. The boat was now stained with her fresh blood.

And this had fueled the frenzied aggression of those ravenous fish.

The people on the yacht didn't see any of this.

Nicole didn't want to give up, so she continued her ascent. But her trembling body told her that she was already exhausted.

Her strength was dwindling, and her consciousness was fading. Her brain could no longer think clearly.

When she saw the distance between her and safety, she realized she was powerless. There was nothing else she could do.

She whispered to herself, "I can't make it... I can't go up anymore."

The surroundings were getting darker and darker. Nicole used her last ounce of strength and managed to climb up a few inches more. She shouted to the cold and heartless man on the railing, "Jarrod, I hope you can spare my parents after I'm gone."

Jarrod's pupils abruptly contracted. He roared anxiously, "Pull the rope!"

The bodyguards immediately followed. They held the rope tightly and pulled Nicole up.

But Nicole had already depleted all her strength. Now, she couldn't even manage to breathe.

She let go of the rope and plummeted rapidly.