Love Unbreakable

Chapter 450

Two bodyguards in black quickly emerged from a hidden door.

Mr. Hampton's once light-hearted attitude shifted to a more threatening one. He had made arrangements to take Nicole down.

But Nicole had anticipated his actions. She wasn't naive. With swift motion, she dashed forward, her wrist flipping elegantly, pressing a cold, gleaming dagger against Mr. Hampton's throat.NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

Mr. Hampton seemed unfazed by this sudden threat, underestimating Nicole. He yelled at his bodyguards, "Hurry, take her down!"

The bodyguards, well-trained, exchanged looks and coordinated their attack, attempting to ambush Nicole from both sides.

Nicole, however, was quicker, her dagger moving decisively. Her movements were swift, fierce, and accurate.

Blood flew in the air.

Mr. Hampton groaned in pain, angrily shouting, "Curse you, woman! You're asking for trouble!

Seeing Nicole's seriousness, the bodyguards paused, their main job being to protect Mr. Hampton.

Nicole said coldly, "Lowe, if you show no kindness, expect none in return!"

"Damn it!" Lowe was livid. He had planned to severely punish the one who threatened him, imagining cutting off the other party's limbs and tongue.

Initially attracted to Nicole's figure, Lowe had thought to take advantage of her before dealing with her. But now, he found himself outmatched by her.

Lowe demanded, "What the hell do you want?"

"I came here because you're willing to strike a deal with me, Nicole replied calmly. "I just want to retrieve what's mine and give you what's yours. It was supposed to be a straightforward trade, but you made it complicated."

Lowe, puzzled, asked, "Who are you exactly, and why are you after those documents?"

*People often ask a lot of questions when they're in danger," Nicole said with a mocking tone.

Lowe cursed again.

Nicole, not interested in small talk, made her point clear. "I'm short on time. Hand me those documents in half an hour, or else a very embarrassing video of yours will go public tonight."

"I'll hand them over. I will!" Lowe, realizing the gravity of his predicament, grimaced. "I didn't say I wouldn't hand them over. Just be cautious with that blade. If you end up stabbing me, you're not getting out of here in one piece!" "Twenty-nine minutes and thirty-five seconds left." Nicole started counting down right then and there.

Lowe was at a loss for words. He thought she was crazy! He signaled his bodyguards with urgency. "Get those documents over!"

"As you wish, sir."

One bodyguard departed, while the other stayed, watching Nicole closely.

Nicole sensed Lowe was looking for a chance to turn the tables. She ordered, "He needs to leave, too."

Trying to defuse the tension, Lowe jokingly raised his hand. "What's the matter? You scared?"

But Nicole quickly seized his hand, pushing him down with her knee on his neck, the dagger's tip dangerously close to his artery.

Lowe howled in pain, "Stop! It hurts..."

Nicole's expression was cold as she looked at the bodyguard. "Thinking of trying something?

Lowe's attempt to communicate with his bodyguard ended in failure. Neither the bodyguard nor Lowe dared to move.

Pinned against the couch, Lowe shouted at the bodyguard, "Get out!"

The bodyguard swiftly exited.

Nicole kept Lowe pinned down, her knee on his neck against the couch for a full fifteen minutes before letting him go. Lowe, drained of any resolve, lay sprawled on the sofa. He was just a spoiled playboy, enfeebled by a life of extravagance. His knack for intimidation hinged entirely on the adept bodyguards his father supplied.

Gasping, Lowe wheezed. "Enough, I'm spent." It felt like his neck had snapped, every twitch sent bolts of agony through him, keeping him contorted. Who on earth was this wild woman?

A knock interrupted the tense atmosphere.

Nicole kept her dagger aimed at Lowe and said with authority, "Enter!"

The bodyguard who had left earlier came back in, holding a brown file envelope.

"Drop it here and leave," Nicole directed.

The bodyguard looked at Lowe for order, who angrily dismissed him. "Just go, you're no help!"

Lowe was frustrated that his bodyguards couldn't handle Nicole, leaving him in this predicament. He hoped Nicole just grabbed the documents and left.

Nicole picked up the file envelope. Seeing the handwriting she recognized dimmed the light in her eyes, bringing a shadow over them. Tears fell like shattered crystals. She mouthed silently, "Dad..." It was as though an immense weight was on her chest, causing deep sorrow.

Her helmet hid her face, keeping her vulnerability from Lowe's view.

Nicole's hands shook, but she gathered her composure. After securing the file envelope, she zipped up her jacket and warned, "Lowe, let me leave without trouble, or you're done for!"

Lowe, drained of energy, nodded. "Go ahead, but remember your promise to me."

"Once I'm safely away, you'll get what I promised," Nicole responded.

"Okay." Lowe, still under Nicole's control, was escorted out of the room.

Outside, eight intimidating bodyguards in black awaited, all giving Nicole wary looks.

"Let them step inside the room, Nicole commanded.

"Enter, all of you."

The eight men made their way into the VIP room. Once they were inside, Nicole locked the door from the outside and deliberately broke the keypad.

Lowe found himself admiring her tactical moves.

Nicole then guided Lowe toward the underground garage where she had parked her motorcycle.

As they approached the elevator, they encountered a woman in distress. Her face was smeared with blood, her lips swollen, and her body bore the marks of a prolonged assault.

Blood gushed from her mouth as she continued to whimper and plead, "Someone, please, help me, help me..."

Such incidents were not uncommon in these types of establishments.

Nicole's main goal was to exit the club without any complications. She needed to leave the club safely.

The wounded woman clung to Nicole's legs, pleading desperately, "Please save me. Don't leave me behind..."

Witnessing her battered state, Nicole couldn't bring herself to forcefully shake her off.

"Save me, save me, save me..." The woman's tremulous cries persisted.

Unable to turn a blind eye, Nicole nudged Lowe into a corner of the elevator and reached out to pull the woman in.

But as her hand made contact, a sudden force yanked Nicole downward.