Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 580

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Nicole's hands shook, but she regained her composure. After securing the file envelope, he zipped up his jacket and warned, "Lowe, let me out safely, or you're done for!"

Lowe, exhausted, nodded. "Go ahead, but remember the promise you made me."

"When I'm safe, you'll get what I promised you," Nicole replied.

"OK". Lowe, still under Nicole's control, was escorted out of the room.

Outside, eight intimidating black-clad bodyguards waited, all casting suspicious glances at Nicole.

"Let them come into the room," Nicole ordered.

"Everyone come in."

The eight men entered the VIP room. Once inside, Nicole locked the door from the outside and deliberately broke the keypad.

Lowe admired his tactical moves.

Nicole then guided Lowe to the underground garage, where he had parked his motorcycle.

As they approached the elevator, they encountered a woman in distress.

His face was stained with blood, his lips were swollen, and his body bore the marks of a prolonged assault.

Blood was pouring from his mouth as he continued to whimper and beg: "Someone, please, help me, help me..."

These types of incidents were not uncommon in these types of establishments.

Nicole's main goal was to get out of the club without complications.

I needed to leave the club safe and sound.

The injured woman clung to Nicole's legs, desperately pleading, “Please save me. Don't leave me behind..."

Seeing her battered state, Nicole didn't dare shake her off.

«Save me, save me, save me…». The woman's tremulous screams persisted.

Unable to turn a blind eye, Nicole pushed Lowe into a corner of the elevator and reached out to pull the woman.

But when her hand made contact, a sudden force pushed Nicole down.

The woman's sorrowful facade faded as she brandished a shattered bottle and delivered a vicious stab to his throat.

Nicole acted quickly, raising her arm to avoid the blow. The bottle pierced his arm and blood gushed out immediately.

The sound of the knife in Nicole's hand falling to the floor echoed through the room.

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