Chapter 557: Chapter 557

Jarrod took out a stack of photos and threw them on her face.

The sharp corner of one of the photos even cut her ear.

“The night before yesterday, it was Korbin from the Capital Company.

Yesterday afternoon, it was Mr.

Freeman.

And this noon, it was Jerry.

What a tight schedule.

”

He paused.

But without waiting for her answer, he disdainfully asked in a low voice, “Nicole, are you sure you have entertained all of them?”

Nicole felt like she was struck by lightning.

Her mind went blank, and she couldn’t think of a word to retort.

It turned out that Jarrod knew all about her making allies.

She panicked, thinking she was doomed this time.

Nicole was so scared that she turned around and was about to run out.

She didn’t have time to think about anything.

But before she could take a step, Jarrod quickly grabbed her neck and pressed her face hard against the French window.

He pressed his thin lips against her ear from behind and asked coldly, “Where did they touch you?”

Nicole was terrified.

Her face was pressed hard against the thick glass, making her feel like it was about to deform.

And she felt that Jarrod was tying up her hands behind with a chain.

He must be going crazy again.

What if he would kill her this time?

At the thought of this, Nicole trembled all over.

She struggled while explaining, “No, they didn’t touch me.

”

Would Jarrod believe Nicole? He hated people who resisted his control, so he was blinded by anger now.

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“Do you know what I hate the most? It’s when other people touch my toys.

”

Jarrod looked at Nicole with gloom in his eyes.

He stretched out his long arm and took a bottle of champagne from the wine rack.

His handsome face was filled with cruelty.

“Since you are dirty, I must disinfect you.

”

Suddenly, Nicole’s mind went blank again.

When she came back to her senses, she roared angrily, “Jarrod, are you crazy? Let go of me!”

Jarrod sneered, pressed his long legs against hers, and said coldly, “What do you think?”

While still pressing Nicole’s head against the glass, Jarrod’s slender fingers pressed the champagne’s cork down and shook it vigorously, waiting for the fine bubbles to rise.

Nicole’s eyes widened.

Fear surged up in her heart.

She cursed, “Jarrod, you are a f@cking crazy dog!”