owe wasted no time in rising to his feet and dashing outside. He then bellowed down the hallway, “Damn it! Come here now!”
The woman scrambled to her feet, wielding the bottle as if to stake her claim. With a sugary tone, she said, “Mr. Hampton, I expect a reward. I want to be your ally in ensnaring more women like this.”
It dawned on Nicole that this deceitful woman was none other than Melissa, who bore a striking resemblance to her. The telltale marks of cosmetic surgery prompted Nicole to ponder whether this was a deliberate act.
Lowe leered, patting Melissa’s backside. “Absolutely! Melissa, you’re invaluable. You’ll surely relish what I have in store.”
Overhearing their exchange, Nicole grasped the gravity of the situation. This wasn’t the first time Melissa had abetted Lowe’s nefarious deeds.
Melissa likely employed similar tactics to subdue other girls into submission for Lowe. Their sinister partnership was evident.
With a steely gaze, Nicole clutched her wound, poised to pursue Lowe.
But the sound of approaching footsteps halted her.
Nicole quickly hit the elevator button to seal her escape.
Melissa attempted to intercept Nicole at the elevator door, but Nicole’s kick sent her sprawling.
“Ouch!” Melissa’s cry echoed as she collided with the wall.
As the elevator doors began to close, Lowe’s frustration boiled over.
“Lock down every exit! We’ll find her, even if it means dismantling this place. She’s as good as dead!”
The bodyguards spread out, each moving to secure an exit.
Four bodyguards followed Lowe down to the underground parking
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Nicole, upon reaching her motorcycle in the garage, wasted no time and hopped on.
The trail of blood from her wound left a clear path behind her. Her only choice was to accelerate and break through the blockade.
The moment Nicole ignited the motorcycle, Lowe appeared. Observing Nicole gearing up to flee, he gestured firmly and commanded, “Block her path!”
Immediately, numerous guards emerged, forming a tight circle around Nicole, their shields in hand, closing in on her.
Nicole, gritting her teeth against the pain in her arm, revved the motorcycle, its engine roaring defiantly. She knew they wouldn’t let her leave without a fight. Her only option was to break through their ranks.
The engine of the motorcycle growled louder. She twisted the throttle, attempting to speed up, but the motorcycle skidded and crashed to the ground.
Nicole was thrown off, landing hard.
The cause was soon apparent. Nails were scattered across the floor, puncturing both tires of her motorcycle.
Nicole lay there, wracked with pain, feeling every inch of her body scream in agony.