Nicole realized that she could no longer count on her fingers the accounts she and Jarrod had to settle. Suddenly, she felt a headache.

She said, "Let's consider it a package deal. Settle the old debts for ten million dollars. Otherwise, there's no need to negotiate."

Jarrod's eyes instantly turned cold.

“Do you really think you're worth ten million dollars?"

Nicole, who had long lost her sense of shame, smiled and said, "Why?

Does the rich and powerful Mr. Schultz want to avoid paying his debts? Ten million dollars is actually just a small amount. But it's up to you whether you want to pay or not."

The floor beneath her was cold, but she was unperturbed.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you. If you don't pay, all you can get is a lifeless body. An emotionless whore."

Nicole only talked about money. At this time, she was really bringing their relationship to the level of a transaction.

And this only made Jarrod even more disgusted and resentful.

Sure enough, she was still the same old Nicole Lawrence, who liked belittling others and manipulating their emotions. She hadn't changed at all.

Jarrod snorted coldly. After his journey through hell, would he still allow himself to be deceived by her false facade?

He said derisively, "Nicole, your cheapness is truly beyond my imagination."

However, these words no longer had much impact on Nicole. It was as if she could allow him to insult her all he wanted.

It was like her flesh was being cut with a knife every day, and she became immune to the pain. So, would she still feel anything when someone suddenly slapped her?

A slap was nothing compared to the other injuries she had gotten from him.

Jarrod's eyes turned bloodshot. His fingers pinched her slim waist, and he pulled her down. Then, he said coldly, “Fine! I will pay you.

But make sure you are worth this money."

He then grabbed her neck, covered her lips with his, and kissed her fiercely.

Actually, it couldn't be considered a kiss. It was more like an assault meant to suffocate her.