Love Unbreakable

Chapter 451

The woman's sorrowful facade vanished as she brandished a shattered bottle, aiming a vicious stab at Nicole's throat.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Nicole acted swiftly, lifting her arm to fend off the strike. The bottle sliced through her arm, and blood gushed forth immediately. The sound of the knife in Nicole's grip clattering to the ground echoed in the room.

Lowe wasted no time in rising to his feet and dashing outside. He then bellowed down the hallway, "Damn it! Come here now!"

The woman scrambled to her feet, wielding the bottle as if to stake her claim. With a sugary tone, she said, "Mr. Hampton, I expect a reward. I want to be your ally in ensnaring more women like this."

It dawned on Nicole that this deceitful woman was none other than Melissa, who bore a striking resemblance to her. The telltale marks of cosmetic surgery prompted Nicole to ponder whether this was a deliberate act.

Lowe leered, patting Melissa's backside. "Absolutely! Melissa, you're invaluable. You'll surely relish what I have in store."

Overhearing their exchange, Nicole grasped the gravity of the situation. This wasn't the first time Melissa had abetted Lowe's nefarious deeds.

Melissa likely employed similar tactics to subdue other girls into submission for Lowe. Their sinister partnership was evident.

With a steely gaze, Nicole clutched her wound, poised to pursue Lowe. But the sound of approaching footsteps halted her.

Nicole quickly hit the elevator button to seal her escape.

Melissa attempted to intercept Nicole at the elevator door, but Nicole's kick sent her sprawling.

"Ouch!" Melissa's cry echoed as she collided with the wall.

As the elevator doors began to close, Lowe's frustration bolled over. "Lock down every exit! We'll find her, even if it means dismantling this place. She's as good as dead!"

The bodyguards spread out, each moving to secure an exit.

Four bodyguards followed Lowe down to the underground parking area.

Nicole, upon reaching her motorcycle in the garage, wasted no time and hopped on.

The trail of blood from her wound left a clear path behind her. Her only choice was to accelerate and break through the blockade.

The moment Nicole ignited the motorcycle, Lowe appeared. Observing Nicole gearing up to flee, he gestured firmly and commanded, "Block her path!"

Immediately, numerous guards emerged, forming a tight circle around Nicole, their shields in hand, closing in on her. Nicole, gritting her teeth against the pain in her arm, revved the motorcycle, its engine roaring defiantly. She knew they wouldn't let her leave without a fight. Her only option was to break through their ranks.

The engine of the motorcycle growled louder. She twisted the throttle, attempting to speed up, but the motorcycle skidded and crashed to the ground.

Nicole was thrown off, landing hard.

The cause was soon apparent. Nails were scattered across the floor, puncturing both tires of her motorcycle.

Nicole lay there, wracked with pain, feeling every inch of her body scream in agony.

"Why aren't you running now?" Lowe taunted, crouching beside her.

Nicole's mind was alert, but her body was unresponsive. The fall had been severe, leaving her feeling completely numb.

With a muted thud, Lowe then delivered a punch to Nicole's abdomen. His strength might not have been formidable, he still possessed enough strength to land a blow that hurt.

The punch left Nicole feeling a pang of pain, and she held her stomach and stifled a grunt. A bitter taste filled her mouth, causing her to cough and sputter relentlessly.

"Curse you for daring to attack me!" Lowe sneered. "You'll pay for this here and now. And then, it'll be their turn." Lowe paused, his finger tracing up Nicole's arm before picking up a drop of her blood and tasting it. He then smiled, seemingly pleased. He commented on the sweetness of Nicole's blood.

Lowe's hand drifted from her arm to her chest, articulating slowly. "I'm going to savor this."

As he talked, Nicole felt him gradually unzip her leather jacket. The skin beneath her collarbone became exposed, and the document she had fought so hard to secure was being taken from her. Panic flooded her thoughts. No, no, no!

In desperation, Nicole lifted her head and bit down hard on Lowe's hand.

"Ouch!" Lowe hawled in pain.

Reacting swiftly, he grabbed Nicole's head and slammed it against the floor.

With a bang, the impact sent a jolt of pain through Nicole's head, causing her vision to blur.

Lowe, struggling to pull his hand away, sat nursing his wound, his face twisted in agony.

The bodyguards gathered around him, assessing his injury.

Seizing the moment, Nicole quickly zipped her jacket back up and, clutching the document, made a break for it.

Lowe, enraged, pushed a bodyguard aside and bellowed, "Catch her!"

The bodyguards were quick to respond, with one grabbing Nicole by the neck just steps away from freedom.

Exhausted, Nicole couldn't muster the strength to fight back.

Then, suddenly, the sound of a harsh horn cut through the chaos, drawing everyone's attention.

The rumble of an engine followed.

A sleek black motorcycle burst onto the scene, its headlights blinding the onlookers.

In a flash, the motorcycle had rushed to the front of Nicole.

The rider, clad in black, extended his hand and said, "Come on. Get on."

The invitation was a beacon of hope. Nicole clung to the rider's hand like it was her lifeline. With his assistance, she mounted the motorcycle.

"Hold on to me!" the man in black instructed.

Lowe immediately sensed trouble and bellowed, "What's going on? Catch them!"

Jolted into action, the bodyguards quickly formed a ring around the motorcycle, much like before.

But the motorcycle showed no fear. It accelerated, lifting off the ground and soaring over the head of a bodyguard.

This display of skill left everyone watching in awe. They were taken aback that their combined efforts couldn't halt the motorcycle's escape.

Livid, Lowe cursed, "Damn it! What a bunch of failures!"

Despite two lines of defense at the exit, the man in black broke through them effortlessly.

Overcome with rage, Lowe kicked a nearby bodyguard and yelled hysterically, "Failures! Useless! All of you, completely useless!"

The kick was so forceful that the bodyguard's mouth bled. Driven by his rage, Lowe grabbed a nearby parking sign and started beating the downed man with it.

The surrounding bodyguards dropped to their knees, too scared to utter a word.

Lowe's fury wasn't new. In his fits of anger, he would often pick someone at random to punish severely. He didn't cease his assault until his anger was somewhat appeased.

The beaten man on the ground was so severely injured that he stopped groaning.

Only then did Lowe, exhausted, stop. Gasping for breath, he accepted a stool someone offered and sat down. "Whoever catches up to them gets a five-million reward!"

His eyes glowed with a sinister mix of madness and a desire to destroy. "I'll finish her off!"

The scene then transitions to the street, where the motorcycle was rapidly advancing.

Three black cars were in close pursuit.

Before long, the chase intensified as more cars joined the pursuit. Lowe had mobilized nearly all his men to capture them.

Nicole's wound continued to bleed, but she clenched her teeth and clung to the man ahead of her.

The night enveloped the surroundings, and the road remained serene, with few passersby. That was why those cars pursued them so boldly

Yet, the man in black was adept at evading. He skillfully led two cars to a slope, causing them to stall. Then, he steered onto a narrow dirt path, rendering the pursuing cars ineffective.

Only four motorcycles managed to keep up, their riders as determined as hungry predators.

Suddenly, a swiftly flowing river, about seven or eight meters wide, loomed ahead of them. Crossing it on horseback was out of the question.

The man in black stopped abruptly at the river's edge.

The four motorcycles caught up, their riders taunting and jeering. They started to sneer, employing a tactic known as psychological warfare, aiming to weaken the other party's defenses through contempt.

The louder they yelled, the more thrilled they grew. After all, capturing Nicole and the man in black were valued at five million, and they were on the brink of claiming it. Everyone was eager to claim the prize.

Facing the pursuers, the man in black's expression hardened, and he asked Nicole, "Do you trust me?

Nicole, without a second's doubt, nodded.

"Hold me tight," he instructed.

Then, with a burst of speed, the motorcycle leaped forward, heading straight for the river!