Chapter 787
Jarrod had plummeted the whole Lawrence family into hell. Nicole hated him to the core.
In an instant, Jarrod’s cold and handsome face darkened.
Then, Nicole glanced at the vast river before directing her gaze at Jarrod’s tightly clenched arm around her. After pondering for a
moment, she asked in disbelief, “Jarrod, are you... You jump down to save me?”
His face remained stoic, unashamed of being exposed.
As Nicole stared at him, a mocking smile formed on her Lips.
“How ridiculous. Jarrod, you are really something!”
He had pushed her into the water and then gone down to rescue her!
Instead of showing gratitude, Nicole ridiculed him. Jarrod’s expression turned gloomy.
Jarrod gripped her chin, and his expression turned dark and menacing.
“Nicole, since you seem to have forgotten, let me remind you. Your fate, whether you live or die, lies solely in my hands. I haven’t
had enough fun yet. You want a quick, painless death? Not a chance!”
Each of Jarrod’s words cut like a venomous, icy blade and was dripping with malice!
However, Nicole felt no fear.
This was him. Jarrod’s true self. The man who resembled a devil.
At this moment, Nicole gazed at his cold, merciless face, and a sense of weariness glinted in her eyes.
“One day, you’ll regret not letting me meet my demise!”
Only she knew the extent of hatred behind her words.
Jarrod ran his tongue over his cheek and savored the bloody taste left by her bite. For some reason, it stirred a strange
excitement within him.
“Is that so? I’ll patiently wait for that day.”
The yacht’s lifeboat had been lowered, and the bodyguards were approaching them to save them.
The bodyguards almost reached them.
Fifty meters, forty meters, thirty meters...
Just as Jarrod was starting to feel relieved, another resounding bang pierced the air.
The fish-hunting spear streaked through the sky, like a shooting star or meteorite.
Then, it hurtled toward them with destructive force.