Nicole remained in a haze, her consciousness fluctuating.
Unable to discern Loweâs intentions, she could only manage, âWhat⦠What are you doing?â
Nicole understood the gravity of her situation.
Vickiâs threat resonated vividly in her mind.
Vicki vowed to harm Austin.
Such a notion was utterly intolerable! She would never allow anyone to harm Austin!
Nicole clenched a shard of broken glass tightly, piercing her palm and using the pain and blood to fend off drowsiness.
She couldnât afford to lose consciousness.
Lowe was nothing but a despicable individual.
Before long, Lowe prepared a drink laced with certain additives and coerced Nicole into consuming it.
âDrink up.
Itâs an aphrodisiac.
Later, youâll entertain me.
â
It wasnât that Lowe lacked initiative.
He simply couldnât muster it.
Despite entertaining various thoughts about engaging with Nicole, he found himself unable to achieve an erection.
If he wished for Nicoleâs compliance, he had to assert dominance first.
That was the only way to make her heed his commands.
Nicole attempted to topple the drink, but Lowe had anticipated her move and seized her wrist, applying a forceful twist.
Nicole weakened, and the broken glass plummeted to the ground alongside her hand.
Lowe chuckled scornfully.
âMiss Lawrence, I suggest you cooperate.
Otherwise, youâll face consequences.
â
He grasped Nicoleâs chin, compelling her to consume the concoction.
Feigning sincerity, he added, âMiss Lawrence, donât feel aggrieved.
Jarrod isnât a commendable individual.
Heâs volatile and perpetually wears a stern expression.
I simply donât appreciate such traits.
I, on the other hand, treat women with kindness and generosity, far better than him.
â
Nicoleâs mouth was held shut, rendering her incapable of forming coherent sentences, only emitting muffled sounds.
Lowe felt content witnessing Nicole consume half of the liquid and clapped his hands gleefully.
He continued, âExactly.
Thereâs no benefit in defying me.
But if you comply and serve me well, Iâll reward you generouslyâ¦â
During his speech, he delivered a harsh slap across Nicoleâs cheek, as if he was slapping a woman in a brothel.
The sting of the slap jolted Nicole awake, igniting a fierce gleam in her eyes.
âIf you dare lay a hand on me, youâll regret it!â she coldly warned.
Lowe chuckled.
âMiss Lawrence, still defiant even now.
You possess the spirit of a noble lady, steadfast and unyielding.
I rather admire ittâ
Nicole fixed him with a steely gaze and enunciated each word, âIâm not jesting.
Both you and your sister will pay the price!â
Lowe thought Nicole was just being stubborn and pretending to be reserved.
He wondered if she would still resist him after the drink took effect.
Taking his time, Lowe chatted with Nicole about various topics, trying to find ways to stimulate himself since he couldnât achieve an erection.
âMiss Lawrence, can you tell me why women like you are all interested in someone like Jarrod?â Lowe asked sincerely.
âIâm not that bad, am I? Why do women only care about my money and not me?
Damn it! Jarrod is so cold and treats women poorly.
Is it because he has some secret that makes women feel especially comfortable in bed?
âHmm?â
Lowe couldnât comprehend why so many women were drawn to Jarrod.
He wasnât bad-Looking, even if he wasnât as handsome as Jarrod.
Wasnât status and identity supposed to be a manâs greatest assets?