Chapter 1395

Chapter 1395:

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His voice was a mix of charm and menace, enveloping Lowe's mind and ears.

Lowe backed up until he hit the door, cornered with no way out.

Seeing the glass bottle pressed against Nicole's neck, Lowe screamed, "Stop! Stop... Please... Don't stab! Don't stab... Please!"

He had given up. This woman was too crazy for him to handle. He couldn't deal with her.

If Vicki was a vixen who hid her true nature with a friendly facade, Nicole was a poisonous scorpion, direct and intense in her threat.

Lowe was on the verge of tears. Why were all these women so terrifying? He couldn't handle them. I have wanted to go home. He really did.

Nicole didn't push the bottle any further, but she didn't let go of it either.

He knew he was reaching his limit and that he could break down. If Lowe saw through his bluff, he might do something drastic. He was waiting for the decisive moment. This time, he had to win. He couldn't afford to lose.

"Bam!" The door opened with a loud kick.

Lowe flew back toward the couch, screaming in pain. “What the hell! That bastard kicked me! Are you blind?”

“Ouch… Ouch…” I groaned in pain. Not only had he not had any fun, but now he had also been given a flying kick. It really hurts. Why was he so unlucky?

A tall, imposing figure entered. The man had long legs, wore a single-breasted coat, and exuded a sharp, imposing presence.

An hour ago, when Jemma was about to leave, Nicole stopped her. “Jemma…”

I have hesitated.

“What's wrong?” Jemma turned to Nicole with a serious expression.

“Um, I might run into some trouble later. “I need you to help me with something,” Nicole explained.

Jemma stared at Nicole. “What seems to be the problem?”

Jemma paused, thinking. She had been in this business for too long, and she noticed something odd about Nicole's apparent dedication. Nicole hadn't quite recovered yet. Was any client that important? Besides, this job wasn't Nicole's livelihood. Did it require that much commitment?

Jemma suddenly realized. “Is that the camera client?”

Nicole's silence confirmed her suspicions.

Gripping Nicole’s wrist, Jemma’s anxiety was palpable. “Then you shouldn't go. You're not feeling well. Go home and rest. “I’ll take care of this.”

Taking Jemma's hand, Nicole replied: "I can't dodge this forever. Austin needs me, and so does his nanny. It's time for me to take a stand, or I'll regret it."

In a firm voice, Nicole continued, “I need you now. Could you help me?”

The trust Nicole placed in Jemma was deep, a testament to the inherent goodness Nicole recognized in her, a goodness that could not remain hidden.

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