Chapter 1680

Chapter 1680:

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The masked man pushed Nicole to the ground and began setting traps in front of her. I have placed several animal traps under the dry grass.

His arm was bleeding profusely, making him awkward to move. Seeing Nicole staring at his arm, he threw it in her face and snapped, “Look at him! You’re to blame for this.”

Nicole noticed that the masked man had carved the flesh at the point where the poison was injected. While it was undoubtedly an effective way to prevent the toxin from spreading, it also gave a glimpse of how cruel he was willing to be to himself. It was obvious that this man was extremely evil.

After setting the traps, the masked man decided to take off his disguise in front of Nicole. He ripped off his mask and revealed his face.

With a surprisingly cheerful mood, the masked man ungagged Nicole's mouth.

"How can it be you!" Nicole exclaimed, stunned to see before her Rhett, the person who had been offering her legal assistance.

Nicole had once doubted Rhett's intentions, but dismissed them after hearing of his girlfriend's death. She had no idea he held a grudge against her. Yet here Rhett was, having planned to bring her here.

“Miss Lawrence, you seem surprised,” Rhett commented, throwing off his mask and returning to his familiar, scholarly self.

“Why?” Nicole asked, completely baffled.

Watching Rhett casually use his left hand in this relaxed atmosphere, Nicole realized something. “It was you! You were the one who killed Brett and Jamie, right?”

Rhett didn't deny it; his mocking smile confirmed his fears. “Miss Lawrence, don't you think they deserved it? You should be relieved they're gone. “They had conspired against your father, hadn’t they?”

"No!" Nicole countered forcefully. “They were mere pawns. It was you who killed them to silence them.”

"Miss Lawrence, you are very clever," Rhett commented, almost admiringly.

Nicole, overwhelmed with anger and disbelief, demanded, “Why? What could my father have done to deserve such a fate?”

Rhett's expression hardened as he explained, "Miss Lawrence, you simply don't see the bigger picture. My actions were driven by a long-standing resentment toward Jarrod."

"What does that have to do with my father?" Nicole exclaimed, bewildered.

“It’s quite simple, Miss Lawrence,” Rhett explained. “By eliminating your father, I intensified the feud between you and Jarrod. You became the perfect instrument to inflict suffering on Jarrod. Watching Jarrod struggle against his principles and endure immense agony these past five years has been my greatest pleasure. The anguish you caused him far outweighed anything Jamie could have achieved.”

Rhett finally revealed why he had held back his revenge until now. Witnessing Jarrod's suffering, especially through Nicole, gave him satisfaction. However, the potential reconciliation between Nicole and Jarrod was something Rhett could not accept, prompting him to manipulate Jamie, albeit unsuccessfully.

"Your father wanted to live for you, but I personally saw to it that he disappeared. He died without understanding why," Rhett continued, his tone cold.

Nicole felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck her, overwhelming her with hatred. “Just because you despise Jarrod, you have sacrificed so many innocent lives. You are truly evil.”

“Do you want to understand my hatred for Jarrod? Do you know how my girlfriend died?” Rhett proceeded to share the root of his resentment towards Jarrod. “She was in a car accident while going to pick up a cake to celebrate her pregnancy. She could have survived, but Jarrod’s bodyguards forced the ambulance to give priority to Jarrod, leaving her to die.”

Rhett became agitated as he spoke. “Are we ordinary people destined to be discarded? Are our lives meaningless?”

Nicole reconstructed the horrific scope of Rhett's revenge against Jarrod. Outraged, she screamed, "That's your justification for murder? What was my father's fault? Brett, who had his own family to care for, didn't deserve to die either!"

Rhett, frustrated by Nicole's outcry, snapped, "Shut up!"

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