Chapter 783

Chapter 783:

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The mention of Roscoe's name chilled Jarrod again. He tapped his fingers on the table, his voice cold as he warned, “I will say this for the last time. Eat the food, or else…”

He stood up and approached Nicole, towering over her. "I wouldn't mind feeding you myself."

“Like, and then you let me see Roscoe?” Nicole asked, taking a step back with a hint of caution. Can I trust you, Jarrod?

Jarrod let out a mocking laugh. "Do I really have no credibility in your eyes?"

“Not a gram,” Nicole replied bluntly. After all, Jarrod was always unpredictable.

Jarrod chided her: "Nicole, can't you be a little more fair?"

Jarrod pinched her chin lightly, examining her face before chuckling.

«At least I'm not like you, who tries to poison me. One minute you're sweet, the next you're a traitor.

It alluded to the moment he was stabbed and, despite his ulterior motives, Nicole had cared for him.

Jarrod was cunning, always aware of Nicole's numerous plots against him. In the end, Nicole did not dare to poison him, perhaps because of her conscience.

Nicole didn't like being touched. It seemed too aggressive or too personal. He walked over to the table and finished a bowl of porridge.

After a day full of hunger and drinking, the porridge noticeably relieved his stomach. Nicole's complexion gained some color. He lifted the lid to pour himself another bowl, intending to finish it.

Just as she was about to eat, Jarrod stopped her. "No more," he said, his voice tinged with disapproval, as he took the bowl from her.

"Your stomach can't take too much at once."

It was no secret to Jarrod that Nicole had had part of her stomach removed.

However, it was unexpected how his voice seemed to carry a hint of worry. Under normal circumstances, he would probably be furious with her. When something didn't seem right, it usually meant something was wrong. Nicole couldn't shake a deep discomfort about why Jarrod was so calm.

However, his uneasiness was short-lived, as things soon became clearer.

Jarrod suggested: "Now that you're full, how about a show to help your digestion?"

When Jarrod smiled meaningfully, Nicole's sense of alarm increased.

“Whoosh!” The curtains in the hall were drawn automatically. Behind them, a transparent glass wall offered a full view of the room beyond.

There, Nicole saw Roscoe, missing since the previous day.

He was curled up in a corner, tied with a long, thick chain. His clothes were torn and bloody, hanging in tatters, and his knees seemed severely damaged, revealing the bone beneath.

Even in that state, the torture continued unabated.

Next to Roscoe, a shirtless bodyguard dressed in black swung a metal chain with relentless force.

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