Chapter 1393

Chapter 1393:

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Nicole remained in a haze, her consciousness fluctuating. Unable to discern Lowe's intentions, she could only manage to say, "What... what are you doing?"

Nicole realized the gravity of her situation. Vicki's threat resonated vividly in her mind. Vicki had sworn to hurt Austin. The thought was absolutely intolerable. She would never allow anyone to hurt Austin.

Nicole clenched a shard of broken glass into her palm, using the pain and blood to stave off drowsiness. She couldn't afford to lose consciousness. Lowe was nothing but a despicable individual.

After a while, Lowe prepared a drink with certain additives and forced Nicole to consume it. “Drink it. It's an aphrodisiac. You’ll entertain me later.”

It's not that Lowe lacked initiative. He just couldn't muster it.

Despite having several thoughts about engaging with Nicole, he found himself unable to achieve an erection. If he wanted Nicole to comply, he first had to assert his dominance. It was the only way to make her obey his commands.

Nicole attempted to knock the cup over, but Lowe had anticipated her move and grabbed her wrist, applying a strong twist.

Nicole faltered and the broken glass fell to the floor next to her hand.

Lowe gave a disdainful chuckle. “Miss Lawrence, I suggest you cooperate. Otherwise, you will face the consequences.”

He grabbed Nicole's chin, forcing her to consume the concoction.

Pretending to be sincere, he added, “Miss Lawrence, don't feel wronged. Jarrod is not a praiseworthy individual. He is volatile and always wears a stern expression. I simply don't appreciate those traits. “I, on the other hand, treat women with kindness and generosity, much better than he does.”

Nicole kept her mouth closed, which made it impossible for her to form coherent sentences and she only emitted muffled sounds.

Lowe was pleased to see Nicole consume half the liquid and clapped her hands happily. “Exactly. There is no benefit in defying me. But if you comply and serve me well, I will reward you handsomely…”

During his speech, he slapped Nicole on the cheek, as if he were slapping a woman in a brothel.

The sting of the slap woke Nicole, lighting a fierce glint in her eyes. “If you dare lay a hand on me, you'll regret it,” she warned coldly.

Lowe chuckled. “Miss Lawrence, you remain defiant even now. You possess the spirit of a noble lady, firm and unwavering. I admire you.”

Nicole stared at him and said every word: “I'm not joking. “Both you and your sister will pay the price.”

Lowe thought Nicole was just being stubborn and pretending to be reserved. He wondered if she would continue to resist him after the drink took effect.

Taking his time, Lowe chatted with Nicole about a variety of topics, trying to find ways to stimulate himself since he couldn't get an erection.

“Miss Lawrence, can you tell me why women like you are all interested in someone like Jarrod?” Lowe asked sincerely. “I'm not that bad, am I? Why do women only care about my money and not me?”

Damn! Jarrod is so cold and treats women badly. Is it because he has some secret that makes women feel especially comfortable in bed?

“Hmm?”

Lowe couldn't understand why so many women were attracted to Jarrod. He wasn't bad looking, even if he wasn't as handsome as Jarrod.

Weren't status and identity supposed to be a man's greatest assets?

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