Chapter 778

Chapter 778:

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As Nicole chased Jarrod out the door, his silver sports car, with Vicki already seated inside, had taken off. “Jarrod!” Nicole shouted.

The silver sports car took off without stopping, leaving a trail of arrogant smoke.

Nicole clenched her fists. He had certainly seen her. However, he left with a satisfied face, as if he had already triumphed.

This increased Nicole's concern, as she feared that Jarrod might harm Roscoe. His hands were shaking so much that it was impossible for him to drive. He hurriedly ordered a taxi and ran to Roscoe's workplace.

In the taxi, Nicole mentally reviewed the day's events.

He assumed that the Hampton family would have held a grudge against Jarrod and would not lend him a hand because of the humiliation caused by Jarrod and his harsh ways of treating the Hampton family relatives. Coupled with the blow that Lowe's disdainful behavior had dealt, it meant that the Hampton family would defend itself at all costs, turning a deaf ear to Jarrod's dilemma.

Nicole had gotten everything right except Vicki. Vicki liked Jarrod and might seek help from her family for Jarrod's problem. The brief exchange between Jarrod and Vicki had confirmed his suspicions.

Jarrod was exceptionally vindictive and Nicole was sure he had already figured out how to deal with her.

I knew what he had in mind. It seemed like a sinister game of cat and mouse, with Jarrod delighting in prolonging the chase before delivering a devastating blow. However, he would not show the same patience with Roscoe.

Furthermore, Roscoe's decision to turn against the Watts family and present that evidence would spell disaster for him.

As Nicole watched the landscape recede through the car window, she made a firm decision. He had to protect Roscoe. He was such a kind soul who had supported her so much. If something happened to him because of him, he would never forgive himself.

Finally, the taxi stopped in front of the building where Roscoe worked.

Nicole got out of the taxi and headed to the entrance, but the receptionist blocked her way. "Miss, I'm sorry, do you have an appointment?"

“No, I'm looking…” Nicole paused, struggling with formality.

"To Mr. Watts."

"I'm sorry, you didn't come to the office today," the receptionist informed him.

Nicole felt a knot in her stomach and asked urgently, “And yesterday? Did he come then? When did he leave?

"I'm sorry. “I cannot reveal his whereabouts,” the receptionist replied, shaking her head.

Nicole remembered her phone conversation with Roscoe the day before. He had told her that he was still at work and had not gone home yet. If he hadn't come home last night, something had surely gone wrong.

The more Nicole thought, the more her fear grew, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

At the end of a call, the receptionist noticed that Nicole had frozen and asked her, "Miss, can I have your name?" I need to register it.

"Nicole Lawrence."

“Miss Lawrence, correct?” The receptionist's voice rose slightly in question.

"Yes," Nicole responded, oblivious to the receptionist's surprised look.

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