Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 581

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Lowe soon got up and ran. Then he bellowed down the hall: “Damn it! Come here now!

The woman stood up, holding the bottle as if she wanted to claim something. In a sugary tone, she said, “Mr. Hampton, I expect a reward. "I want to be your ally to catch more women like this."

Nicole realized that this deceptive woman was none other than Melissa, who bore a striking resemblance to her. The telltale marks from the cosmetic surgery led Nicole to wonder if this was a deliberate act.

Lowe leered, caressing Melissa's butt. "Of course! Melissa, you are invaluable. You will love what I have prepared.

Listening to their exchange, Nicole understood the seriousness of the situation. This was not the first time Melissa had instigated Lowe's nefarious acts.

Melissa probably used similar tactics to subjugate other girls to Lowe. Their sinister association was evident.

With a steely gaze, Nicole clung to her wound, ready to pursue Lowe.

But the sound of approaching footsteps stopped her.

Nicole quickly pressed the elevator button to seal her escape.

Melissa tried to intercept Nicole at the elevator door, but Nicole's kick caused her to fall.

"Oh!" Melissa's scream echoed as she hit the wall.

As the elevator doors began to close, Lowe's frustration boiled over.

«Close all exits! We will find her, even if we have to dismantle this place. "It's like she's dead."

The bodyguards spread out, each one moving to secure an exit.

Four bodyguards followed Lowe to the underground parking lot.

Reaching her motorcycle in the garage, Nicole wasted no time and hopped on.

The trail of blood from her wound left a clear path behind her. Their only option was to speed up and break the blockade.

The moment Nicole started the motorcycle, Lowe appeared. Seeing Nicole preparing to flee, he made a firm gesture and ordered, "Block her way!"

Immediately, numerous guards appeared, forming a tight circle around Nicole, with their shields in their hands, approaching her.

Gritting her teeth against the pain in her arm, Nicole revved the motorcycle and the engine roared in defiance. She knew they wouldn't let her go without a fight. His only option was to fight his way through their ranks.

The motorcycle engine roared louder. He turned the accelerator, trying to accelerate, but the bike skidded and crashed to the ground.

Nicole was thrown and landed hard.

The cause soon became evident. There were nails scattered on the ground, punctured both tires of the motorcycle.

Nicole lay there, racked with pain, feeling every inch of her body scream in agony.

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