Love Unbreakable

Chapter 361 Kick The Scumbag It was Vicki, the daughter of the Hampton family, who was pestering Jarrod.

The Hampton family and the Schultz family shared a close connection. Vicki and Jarrod had encountered each other on two separate occasions.

Although Jarrod wasn't particularly enthusiastic about Vicki, out of respect for Vicki's father, he made sure not to embarrass her. This gave Vicki the illusion that Jarrod was approachable.

With his identity as a CEO, Jarrod possessed a handsome appearance and a composed demeanor. Despite being a man of few words with a temper, many women still admired him. Vicki was pleased that most of his

admirers didn't dare to make advances.

Having recently returned from abroad, Vicki perceived Jarrod's indifference to other women except for her as his lack of resistance against her advances.

With a sweet smile and a gentle voice, Vicki asked, "Jarrod, shall I invite you to dance?" Jarrod's line of sight was suddenly blocked. Frowning upon seeing Vicki, he curtly replied, "Go find someone else. I'm in the middle of something." He then attempted to pass by Vicki and continued walking forward.

Being rejected in public, Vicki felt embarrassed, and her face darkened.

Despite Jarrod's previous lack of enthusiasm, he had not been so dismissive when her parents were around. She seized Jarrod's arm,

insisting, "Jarrod, let me teach you. It's I very easy." Expressionlessly, Jarrod withdrew his I arm and stated, "No." Vicki faced repeated rejections, her eyes turning red as she pouted. "Jarrod, my father has returned. He mentioned that I could seek assistance from you. I am entirely unfamiliar with this place.

Could you kindly remain by my side?" Jarrod glanced ahead, realizing Nicole had disappeared. His face darkened, losing his patience. "Miss Hampton, I'm not interested. Do you hear me?" he coldly declared.

While Vicki remained in a daze, Jarrod had already departed.

Vicki overheard the mocking whispers of women nearby.

"Look, Mr. Schultz is handsome, but he's too cold toward women."

"Ah... Thank goodness I didn't approach him. This is so embarrassing..." Vicki stood rooted to the spot, her face flushing with anger as she listened to the ridicule of others. Observing Jarrod continue on his path without hesitation, she stamped her feet in frustration before storming off.

Jarrod reached the open space of the banquet hall and scanned the area, but he didn't spot Nicole.

Jarrod strode to the bartender and inquired coldly, "Have you seen a woman with curly hair in a shirt and skirt?" The waiter was taken aback and pointed at a place not far away, saying respectfully, "There are actually many such women." Jarrod observed the passing crowd and

indeed noticed numerous people dressed similarly.

It was a business party, with all the senior executives in attendance. The women's professional attire was nearly identical, blending seamlessly with the corporate atmosphere.

Jarrod stated coldly, "Her eyes are glazed. She is 5.57 feet tall, and her skin is flawless. There is a small brown mole under the corner of her right eye." The bartender's description struck a chord.

A bartender walking by immediately recollected the charming Nicole from earlier. She had a small mole under the corner of her eye, an attractive feature.

However, the bartender couldn't shake off the image of Deniz standing by Nicole's side. When Jarrod posed the I

question, the bartender wondered about their connection.

The bartender didn't dare to say anything about Deniz having taken Nicole away, nor did he want to stir up trouble. After a brief hesitation, he replied, "Sorry, I didn't see her." "You didn't?" Jarrod's eyes turned cold, sending a chill down the bartender's spine.

Being a sensitive observer, Jarrod's intuition hinted that the bartender was not being truthful.

The bartender stammered, "I didn't see..." Before the bartender could complete his words, his tie was suddenly pulled.

With a stern expression, Jarrod said word by word, "Are you sure?" "I... I saw her." The bartender couldn't withstand the intimidating gaze in

Jarrod's eyes. He gestured toward a nearby step and stammered, "She seemed to have gone in that direction with a man just now..." l Jarrod released his grip, turned around, and stormed away. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

The bartender gasped, still unable to regain his composure.

On a cobblestone path.

Deniz seized one of Nicole's legs and pulled her into the darkness.

"Let me go!" Nicole fought back, but the vast difference in strength between the man and the woman, coupled with her leg being held by Deniz, hindered her from getting up.

Deniz continued dragging Nicole, taking her farther away from the crowd.

Finally, under the gazebo, Deniz threw Nicole to the ground. He pointed at her and sneered, "You're just a barmaid.

Just do whatever I ask you to do! Don't fight back! Do you understand?" Nicole took a deep breath, sat up, and retorted, "I'm a guest at the party, not a barmaid. Get out of here as soon as possible, or I'll teach you a lesson!" Her face flushed slightly. She calculated the time. She could resist for at most fifteen minutes after drinking that doctored glass of wine earlier. If she didn't expel it within fifteen minutes, the drug would take effect.

Nicole had intended to gather evidence and have Deniz arrested for a few days.

She didn't want to be entangled with him. Yet, she didn't anticipate Deniz recognizing her, mistakenly thinking of her as a "barmaid," complicating the

situation. Otherwise, even if she were merely an ordinary waitress, Deniz would not dare to display such arrogance.

But Deniz wasn't convinced by her words. He recalled having seen Nicole.

He scrutinized Nicole, confident that his memory served him right. Back then, Jarrod had bashed his head with a wine bottle for Nicole. For a long time, he harbored a grudge against Jarrod.

Fortunately, Deniz maintained contact with the general manager of the Hampton Group. Otherwise, his career would have taken a bleak turn.

Deniz wrongly blamed everything on Nicole. Had it not been for her, he would not have provoked Jarrod, the unpredictable individual who assaulted him, leaving him unable to express his grievances.

As Deniz contemplated, anger welled up within him, and he resolved to make Nicole pay.

Deniz, fueled by alcohol, unbuttoned his belt and issued a warning, "If this attracts the attention of the cops, you'll be the first one to get caught. If you still want to stay in Ardlens, you should shut your mouth!" With a splash, Deniz's gray trousers fell to the ground. He kicked them away and advanced toward Nicole barefoot, an evil glint in his eyes.

"If you cooperate, I'll spare you from suffering and ensure your happiness..." Before he could finish his words, he lunged at Nicole.

Nicole, who had conserved some energy while sitting on the ground, suddenly lifted her foot abruptly.

"Ahhh!" Deniz howled horribly,

resembling a pig that had been slaughtered.

Nicole delivered a powerful kick to Deniz's private parts.

It was easier for Nicole to target Deniz's vulnerable area since he was such a heavyset man.

After the forceful kick, Deniz sprawled on the ground, gasping for breath. He erupted into curses, "How dare you! I'll kill you right away..." "You'd better go check your penis first," Nicole retorted with a sneer, rising to her feet and applauding.

She picked up her phone and dialed, making a call right in front of Deniz.

"Hello. A person drugged and attempted to assault me at the exhibition center... Yes, this is my contact number. I am the victim.

Okay... I'll wait here."

Deniz was caught off guard by Nicole's audacity to report the incident to the police.

Deniz clenched his teeth and snapped, "You audacious woman! You're a harlot! Aren't you afraid of being caught? I was seduced by you. Don't talk nonsense! Listen up, I have connections with the police. No harm will come my way even though you have involved the police. Withdraw it promptly, or you'll find yourself in serious trouble!" Deniz believed that his intimidation would sway a young and attractive woman like Nicole. He fabricated a story, hoping to scare her into compromising. He wanted to avoid getting into trouble. After all, he was the company's boss, and it wouldn't be prestigious if news of this incident spread.

The pain tormented him, fueling his anger. He continued to curse, "Damn you! I will not only kill you but also your whole family. I will make them suffer..." Before he could finish his sentence, a loud slap interrupted him! Suddenly, five distinct fingerprints marked Deniz's face! Deniz's eyes nearly popped out, and he yelled, "How dare you..." Yet, once again, the sound of Nicole slapping Deniz was heard.

This time, Nicole's palm connected with Deniz's face several times.

With a cold expression, Nicole stared directly at Deniz. Deniz, still dumbfounded, bore the unmistakable marks of her attack. His face reddened, and the corners of his mouth started to bleed.

"Deniz Miller, shut up your fucking mouth! Should you ever employ my family as a threat, I will not hesitate to end you!" warned Nicole.

Deniz didn't anticipate Nicole knew his name. His expression changed dramatically. He asked anxiously, "Who are you? How do you know me?" Nicole responded with a faint smile, "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you'll end up in jail." Deniz felt a surge of terror, grasping the tricky situation. Rolling his eyes, he hastily pulled out his watch, some cash, and the gold chain around his neck, tossing them into the swimming pool.

Then, with a malicious and arrogant expression, Deniz burst into wild laughter, taunting, "You shameless woman! Your failed attempt at seduction led you to try stealing my

money?" Deniz gasped and sprawled on the ground. The slaps had been too forceful. The pain in his private parts was excruciating. He was worried it might be broken.

He panted and threatened, "You kicked me badly! I promise I'll make you pay!" Deniz's adaptability hinted at his promotion by the Hampton family. His mind was filled with various schemes.

However, Nicole remained unfazed, observing his theatrics as if she were watching a clown.

Deniz sensed that something was amiss but couldn't quite pinpoint it.

Suddenly, he noticed something resembling a white headset on Nicole's ear, a sight that struck him with familiarity. That was... It looked like a mini camera he had covertly used!

In an instant, Deniz's face transitioned from red to pale. Pointing at the device on Nicole's ear in panic, he exclaimed, "You! What's that?" Nicole gestured at the headset with a disdainful smile and said coldly, "Just what you think." This was a special Bluetooth headset cleverly disguised as a phone receiver but, in reality, served as a small camera. Its inconspicuous white color made it discreet. It was exceedingly convenient to wear.

"Didn't you say you've got connections? Let me see who will help you this time," remarked Nicole, flashing a thin smile.

Deniz seethed with anger! He had made that claim solely to intimidate Nicole. Who would have known that she had recorded everything? He was pissed off. Now, there was another

charge of falsehood, and the evidence was irrefutable.

Suffocating with anger, Deniz spat out a mouthful of blood.

Nicole's focus had shifted away from Deniz. With a slight frown and clenched fingers, she felt a burning sensation in her chest, as if fire were coursing through her veins. It was an uncomfortable, itchy feeling, as if ants were crawling under her skin.

She fought the urge to vomit. As long as there was residue from the medicine she had ingested, it could serve as crucial evidence. Now that Deniz had caused a delay, most of the medicine had been absorbed.

Attempting to induce vomiting now would only serve to harm her stomach without any meaningful result.

Ensuring that Deniz had no strength to stand up again, Nicole swiftly entered

the swimming pool.

The cold water brought a temporary relief. However, it was only a fleeting respite.

After a while, the sensation of ants crawling returned. The only way to alleviate the discomfort was to wade into deeper water, allowing it to cover her upper body as much as possible.

Nicole had to wait until the police arrived and submit the evidence before heading to the hospital. Otherwise, there was a concern that the evidence might be tampered with if given to anyone present. After all, it was easy to buy people's loyalty.

Yet, standing in the water was only a momentary relief. Driven by a burning desire within, she ventured deeper into the swimming pool.

Deniz, lying on the ground, sensed

Something wrong, Nicole's shoulders had turned red. It was evident that the drug was taking effect.

Deniz knew Nicole's submitting the evidence would make it difficult for him to escape this time. He never saw this day coming.

His eyes glinted with malice. If looks could kill, he would have murdered Nicole with his gaze! This was a crucial moment. If Nicole didn't die, he would be in serious trouble.

Deniz abruptly raised his hand and bit his arm hard, aiming to activate his strength. For the sake of his future, he was willing to go all out.

Then, gritting his teeth, Deniz tore off a piece of trouser leg. He picked up a cobblestone about the size of a goose egg and wrapped it up with his trembling hands. He aimed it at the back of Nicole's head.

Deniz's eyes radiated malevolence. If he landed a blow, combined with the effects of the drug, Nicole would likely lose consciousness. Should she faint in the deep water of the swimming pool, today would be her end. Dead men told no tales.

Deniz was prepared to hurl the stone at Nicole.

"Plop!" Someone fell into the water.

Then, the stone Deniz had aimed at Nicole grazed against her shoulder and plunged into the water.

With her vision dimmed, Nicole turned around and witnessed Deniz struggling in the water. "Help..." While Nicole was perplexed, a splashed of water erupted beneath her.

A man with numerous droplets on his handsome face emerged from the water's depths, seized her wrist, and

I sternly asked, "Do you want to die?" 5