Chapter 283

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Jarrod didn't say anything.

Sure enough, Alec found out that the person behind that incident at the detention center was Howe. However, due to his upcoming wedding to Jamie, Jarrod planned to take care of Howe after the ceremony.

Of course, Jarrod wouldn't let Howe go just like that. But he couldn't have Howe arrested right now. It wasn't the right time yet. He didn't want Jamie to lose face.

So everything had to wait until their wedding was over.

After thinking about it for a while, Jarrod explained: "I never said I would let him go. But it's not the time to deal with him yet. He can't go to jail right now, no matter what. "It's not the right time yet."

Nicole's heart was overwhelmed with despair. And it made him angry that Jarrod was always distressed by Jamie's tears. This just meant that she had to swallow her pride. And she was also forced to let Howe go. I had no other option.

Nicole felt that she was being treated inhumanely and her hatred towards Jarrod, Howe and Jamie intensified.

But before making any moves, he had to think about his father's operation. He needed Jarrod's help for his father to succeed in the operation, so he had to swallow all the pain, no matter how much it hurt him.

After all these thoughts, Nicole calmly said, “I know what to say when it comes to the police. But you have to help me with something.

“What is it about?” Jarrod asked.

«Howe recorded a video in which he hit me. You have to destroy it. Nicole responded.

I originally wanted that video so I could use it as evidence in the future.

But he knew Jarrod wouldn't give it to him willingly, so he might as well destroy it. Otherwise, it would only remind him of Howe. Every time she thought about Howe, she felt so sickened she wanted to vomit.

“Sure, no problem,” Jarrod agreed without hesitation. He leaned towards her and untied the rope from her wrists.

Nicole relaxed for a moment. Jarrod then reached out to remove the bloody shirt.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Nicole snapped, covering her chest and looking vigilant.

"What do you think?" Jarrod mocked. "How do you plan to explain it to the police if they see you dressed like that?"

After saying this, he threw the shirt at Nicole. She picked it up and put it on reluctantly. The wounds on his body and face burned.

As she buttoned it, she felt his gaze on her.

She felt so uncomfortable that she hurriedly turned around.

When it was ready, Jarrod had put on a black shirt, throwing away his bloody shirt.

The knife Nicole used was so small that it did not damage any of Jarrod's organs. He only made superficial cuts in his skin.

Jarrod looked at Nicole and smiled mischievously. «Why are you still shy?

Haven't I seen every inch of you?

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