Chapter 818

Nichole had been tied to the bed for two days. During this time, James hadn’t been bringing her food or water consistently, and her mouth was still taped shut. She had no choice but to relieve herself right there on the bed.

The room reeked, and Nichole was on the brink of madness from the torment.

Just then, she heard footsteps outside.

Marian tried to open the door but couldn’t.

“Mmm! Mmm!”

Nichole struggled, making as much noise as she could, hoping someone would hear her and come to her rescue. But soon, a voice shattered her hopes.

“Marian.” James' voice was icy.

Marian, startled, said, “Sir, you weren’t here last night, so I thought I’d clean your room this morning...”

“From now on, no one but me is allowed in this room.”

“But... what about cleaning?”

“I’ll handle it myself.”

James' words puzzled Marian, but she had no choice but to follow his orders.

“Oh, by the way, sir, Ms. Nichole has been missing for a few days. Should we send someone to look for her?”

“No need. I’ve sent her away. Don’t mention Nichole to me again.”

“...Yes, sir.”

“You may leave.”

Marian silently left the second floor.

Once Marian was gone, James took out his key, opened the door, and was hit by the foul stench inside.

He put on a mask and gloves, tore the tape off Nichole’s mouth, and poured water into her parched mouth from a bottle he had with him.

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Chapter 782 Nichole, in a pitiful state, drank the water greedily like a desperate animal.

Before she could finish, James shoved something mushy from a meal box into her mouth.

Despite her hunger, Nichole felt nauseous at the first bite. “What is this... What have you fed me?”

Nichole barely held back from vomiting, but James coldly replied, “Slop.”

Nichole retched on the bed. James watched her with a cold indifference as she tried to scream for help, “Help! He—Mmm!”

Before she could finish, her mouth was sealed with tape again. Nichole’s eyes were filled with terror, pleadingly staring at James.

She didn’t understand what she had done wrong. Why would James treat her this way!

“Do you know why I married you?” As he spoke, James drew a substance into a syringe that Odie had given him.

Nichole didn’t know what James was planning; she retreated in fear, but James said, “Being married to you will save me a lot of unnecessary trouble in the future. The thought of being married to someone like you disgusts me, but knowing you’ll pay a price makes me glad I can handle it myself.”

Nichole shook her head desperately as James continued, “Don’t worry. I won’t let you die that easily. But those who do terrible things must be punished, right?”

Saying this, James injected the substance into Nichole’s arm.

Amidst her fear, Nichole’s pain seemed to magnify a hundredfold.

After pulling out the syringe, James coldly watched Nichole’s reaction to the drug. Sure enough, within a minute, Nichole began to convulse, entering a frenzied state.