Chapter 787

Chapter 787:

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The executioner had no mercy, pulling the chain with such force that it tore the flesh and sent blood flying into the air. That blow was enough to mar Roscoe's features permanently.

«Ah! "Ah!" Finally, Nicole couldn't hold it in anymore and let out a scream.

However, it did not collapse. Rather, he crawled towards Jarrod, fighting every inch of the way.

Tears blurred his vision. He couldn't make out the path, but the smell of evil was unmistakable, even with his eyes closed.

In the chaos, Nicole had broken a bowl and now had a shard of porcelain in her hand.

With a desperate push, he tried to hit Jarrod, but his weak body only managed to graze Jarrod's shin. It was a minor wound, a simple scratch.

Nicole realized that her current strength was insufficient to harm Jarrod, but her hatred was intense and she didn't know how else to express it. He clenched his teeth tightly and shouted, “Jarrod, go ahead and kill me! Kill me. What's the point of torturing him? If you dare, kill me!

Jarrod didn't seem fazed by her challenge. He bent down, took the piece of porcelain from her hand and, taking out a handkerchief, gently bandaged the wound.

«Nicole, how long has it been? Jarrod sighed, stroked her hair with some compassion, and said, “You haven't learned yet, have you? Well, this time I'll make sure you do.

With those words, Jarrod stood up and walked nonchalantly toward the door, ready to leave.

But Nicole couldn't, nor did she want to, let him out through that door.

If he left, it would be a disaster for Roscoe. That couldn't happen. It was impossible.

Nicole lunged at Jarrod once more, clinging desperately to his legs, shaking as she pleaded, “Jarrod, I will do what you tell me. From now on, I will always obey... I will not even think of challenging you again. Please... Just take your anger out on me. Please, don't do this to him... I can't stand owing him more... I really can't...».

Nicole knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face, her voice filled with a low, sincere plea.

Seeing Nicole completely exhausted, Jarrod felt no pleasure. He was not a kind or compassionate man.

His harsh experiences abroad had convinced him that those in power should never show weakness. Showing mercy could end up leading to his downfall.

Nicole and Roscoe had conspired against him and had to be taught a lesson. However, his intention was not to see Roscoe dead.

After all, the dead remain in memory longer than the living. He didn't want Nicole to carry the memory of Roscoe for the rest of her life.

“Nicole, you should understand…” Jarrod crouched down once more, his voice unusually soft. «I don't really want to punish you, but you never seem to learn. If I don't make this memorable, you'll be taking risks again, and my patience is wearing thin."

«It will not happen again. I promise you I won't…” Nicole grabbed his arm, her eyes watering and red as she pleaded bitterly.

Jarrod knew his firm and determined character. Her current state of vulnerability, coupled with her beautiful and attractive face, was truly pitiful.

Nicole's eyes, pure and crystalline, seemed especially captivating when they filled with tears.

Jarrod knew he had to teach Nicole a lesson strong enough to quell any future rebellious thoughts.

However, at that moment, he felt an overwhelming desire just for her.

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