Her words deeply enraged Jarrod.
He pushed her against the railing, holding her tightly, and yelled, âYou think youâll die together? What a fantasy!â
Nicole chuckled amidst her tears, resigned to whatever came her way.
Luckily, she had set aside sufficient funds for Austin.
Once she was gone, the lawyer she trusted would find the nanny on her behalf to await a donor for Austin.
She had also left behind years of salary and various insurance policies for the nanny.
She had _ prepared thoroughly.
Nicole had seen through it.
Roscoe was too stubborn.
He couldnât bear to let her go.
Rather than him dying for her, they might as well leave this world together.
On the street below, Roscoe was still earnestly questioning passersby, trying to locate Nicole.
Observing the emptiness in her eyes, Jarrodâs fury intensified, and he grabbed the back of her neck, demanding, âWhy donât you look up?â
On the rooftop of the nearby building, a shadowy figure held a Large flowerpot, ominous and threatening as if it might topple over at any second.
Nicoleâs face drained of color as she looked up in shock.
âJarrod, youâre insane!â
âSomeone dared to touch my woman, so shouldnât I teach him a lesson?â
Jarrod tugged at his lip, offering a cold smile.
âWhere should this flowerpot land? On his head, neck, hand, or legâ¦â
As Jarrod listed each option, his icy hand traced these areas of Nicoleâs, ultimately grabbing her leg harshly and pressing down painfully.
Nicole gasped in pain, her face drained of color in the moonlight.
âs BunnyBookery âYouâre insane! You wonât meet a peaceful end!â
Her eyes brimmed with hatred.
If she had a knife, sheâd not doubt using it on Jarrod.
âArenât you indifferent to death, wanting to die with him?â Jarrod tilted Nicoleâs chin up, forcing her to gaze downwards.
âThen shout for him.
See how frantically heâs looking for you.
â
Nicoleâs lips remained firmly sealed, refusing to utter a word.
Jarrodâs voice, dripping with derision, whispered in her ear, âLet him come.
Heâs seen us together before.
â
Nicole felt numb all over, tears falling silently.
âI wonât beg for mercy.
â She said firmly, âJarrod, you canât defeat me.
We wonât beg you for mercy.
â
The setup on the rooftop had been planned meticulously.
Nicole was aware that Jarrod had intended to kill Roscoe from the beginning and then make her suffer.
Giving in would only inflate his ego.
She wouldnât grant him that pleasure.
âGo on.
Do it, you killer!â Nicole suddenly screamed, provoking a laugh from Jarrod.
Jarrodâs hand gently stroked her cheek, his tone chilling yet soft as he said, âNicole, are you trying to provoke me? If I plan to kill someone, it will seem like an accident, just like this flowerpotâ¦â
âNicoleâ¦â Roscoe finally spotted Nicole alongside Jarrod.
His expression instantly hardened, and he rushed forward.
Jarrod laughed and said, âSuch a good-looking face.
It would be a pity to ruin it.
â
âNoâ¦â Nicole didnât even get to finish her word.