Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 298

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Jarrod's body was still emitting the faint fragrance of his shower gel.

This was actually Nicole's favorite scent.

But at this moment, he felt disgusted by it, thinking that it was the smell of scum.

His stomach turned, but he endured it. He said word by word: “What I want to say is that I will never be your lover even if I die. "Just thinking about it makes me sick."

Jarrod's temples throbbed. He asked fiercely, “Do you really think you can resist me?”

«Who do you think you are? Are you so powerful that you can prevent a person from dying? Nicole replied nonchalantly.

Jarrod was furious, and he wasn't going to hide it. He wanted to teach Nicole a lesson. How could she continue to provoke him by mentioning death?

Nicole's face was deathly pale. It was like a delicate doll that could break into pieces with a light touch.

Despite his fury, Jarrod couldn't find a way to vent his anger.

In a desperate move to get her to stop talking about death, he lowered his head and kissed her violently.

Her thin lips were cold. He bit her hard to vent his anger.

Nicole's stomach churned violently. A wave of nausea enveloped her and she could no longer suppress it.

Suddenly, he pushed Jarrod away, ran to the trash can, and vomited.

But he hadn't eaten anything, so all he could do was retch.

For Jarrod, his reaction was extreme humiliation.

Refusing to believe he had stomach cancer, he mistook his retching for his revulsion. Did she hate him so much that his kisses made her nauseous?

At the thought, his handsome face darkened.

«Awesome, Nicole! "You are incredible."

His fierce eyes were filled with cruelty and hatred. "But you have no choice but to live by my side for the rest of your life."

Then he turned around, walked out of the room and slammed the door.

Nicole was relieved that Jarrod was gone. He struggled to go to the bathroom and spit out the medicine he had just taken.

After a while of retching, the pills appeared in the toilet bowl, along with blood.

He breathed a long sigh of relief. Fortunately, his weak stomach had not yet digested the pills. He was able to spit them out.

He got up from the ground, covering his belly. He went to the sink and washed his face with difficulty.

Although he knew that he no longer had hope in life, he did not want to give up until the last moment.

It was a long, sleepless night for Nicole.

But in the morning, she got up early, washed, and put on her favorite dress. Then it was off to the Lawrence Group for the lively farewell party.

In addition to her, her parents, Wesson and Dora, were also present. Together they distributed the compensation to the employees.

Most of the employees were loyal followers of the Lawrence Group.

When they saw that Wesson had lost weight and seemed to have grown very old, they all shed tears.

Wesson couldn't help but cry. After all, he had run the company for more than forty years and planned to pass it on to Nicole. But unexpectedly, he had lost everything and even had a huge debt. How could I not be sad?

He was reluctant to part with the company. But, unfortunately, the bank had to take the building away tomorrow. He asked Dora to push him to his office, on the seventeenth floor, to stay there one last time.

When they arrived at the office, Dora made Wesson his favorite drink.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Forward".

They pushed open the door and in walked Brett Hammond, Wesson's assistant.

Brett respectfully said, “Mr. Lawrence, I have something to tell you.

“What is it about?” Nicole's father asked confused.

Brett glanced at Dora stealthily and said quietly, "May I speak to you in private, Mr. Lawrence?" It's a personal thing Hearing that, Wesson asked Dora to go down first.

When there were only two left, Wesson asked gently, "Brett, is it about money?" If you need anything, tell me. "I will do everything I can to help you."

Brett looked at Wesson's haggard and old face, feeling sorry in his heart.

To be honest, Wesson had always been generous to all his employees in recent years. That's why Brett couldn't help but feel guilty. If it hadn't been for blackmail, he wouldn't have done something so evil.

Reality had triumphed over Brett's conscience.

Brett got up, walked to the computer, and inserted a USB drive. Then he looked at Wesson and said apologetically, "Mr. Lawrence, someone wants you to see this."

After saying this, he clicked the mouse, and the scene of a man and a woman entangled with each other appeared on the computer screen.

Wesson's brows furrowed tightly. When he was about to ask Brett who the people in the video were, he suddenly discovered something.

The woman in the video was actually Nicole, his beloved daughter.

The man looked familiar. It was Jarrod, the man who was once engaged to Nicole.

When Wesson looked closer, he realized that Nicole was just numbly enduring what Jarrod was doing to her. To put it bluntly, Jarrod was unilaterally abusing her.

Wesson's brain suddenly went blank.

He wanted to reach out and turn off the computer. But his hands were shaking uncontrollably.

Tears unconsciously fell down her wrinkled face.

Wesson wanted to turn off the computer, hoping to save Nicole.

But the truth was that he couldn't do anything.

Suddenly, a loud crash was heard.

Wesson fell from his chair to the floor. His body was hunched over and his hands and feet were shaking violently.

But still, she kept pleading with Brett: “Brett, please… Save my daughter… Please… Save my daughter…”

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