Nicole listened intently to Jarrod's accusations.
Stomach ulcer? Bastard? Kieran's sudden involvement? It all seemed like a well-crafted trap set to entangle her.
She wondered why she warranted such elaborate schemes from others.
Even without these accusations, Jarrod's treatment of her was harsh enough.
What was there to gain in all of this? Keeping her composure, Nicole replied, “Jarrod, did Jamie feed you this story? Stomach
ulcer, an illegitimate child, Kieran's involvement.
It seemed she went to great lengths to weave such a complex story." "Shut up!" Jarrod's eyes blazed with fury.
"You have no right to talk about Jamie that way! She's nothing like you!" In Jarrod's mind, Jamie had flaws, but not to the extent
of orchestrating such a scheme.
"Jarrod, a simple check can confirm whether I have stomach cancer.
As for the child..." Nicole paused, her heart heavy.
She had wanted to give birth to the baby to ease her parents' agony when she met her demise because of the cancer one day.
But if Jarrod knew, he would never let her keep it.
Jarrod’s gaze was icy as he cut her off, "Lost your words? You probably don’t even know who fathered the child.
Since you crave such a lifestyle, I'll grant you that wish!" Suddenly, he scooped her up effortlessly.
He was startled by her lightness.
She felt no heavier than a child, Nicole, unsure of his intentions, panicked.
"Jarrod, where are you taking me? Let me go! I've given up on my company.

You have no right to do this to me!" Undeterred, Jarrod carried her to his car and placed her inside.
"No right?” Jarrod’s laughter was cold as he tossed a stack of documents at Nicole's face.
"Read this, then tell me about my rights!" The papers hit Nicole's face, stinging her.

enough to spot the glaring loopholes in the Lawrence

shook as she flipped through each page, stopping only when she saw her father's signature and the company's official seal on the last page. She trembled, disbelief coursing through her. Jarrod watched her reaction, his voice icy. "See? Your father’s actions could land him in jail." Nicole's voice quivered. "This is a forgery! My father would never sign this." Jarrod's chuckle was bitter. "Forgery? We have audio and video evidence. Your father signed it himself, while sick in bed. His trusted aide, Brett, handed it to him, promising it would secure your position as heiress." Nicole was in disbelief. "You bribed Brett?" Brett had worked for her father for decades, always trustworthy. Jarrod scoffed. "Bribed him? He came to me, ready to betray your father for his gain." Nicole's world crumbled. Brett, the man she trusted, had deceived them. In a frenzy, she ripped the documents to shreds, letting the pieces fall to the

“Tear them up all you want.
I can easily piece them together again.” Hearing this, Nicole acted irrationally.
She began stuffing the torn pieces into her mouth, swallowing them desperately.
Nicole continued to push more paper into her mouth, her actions becoming increasingly frantic.

Jarrod watched with a sense of detached amusement. However, as she _ persisted, his amusement turned to concern. Was she really intending to swallow all those pieces? Dropping his cigarette, Jarrod stepped

painfully, like a blade cutting through her. Jarrod, now furious, grasped her chin firmly. "Spit them out!" Nicole, ignoring him, struggled to continue, her throat emitting a pained rasp. Using his fingers, Jarrod pried open her mouth, scolding, “Are you insane? Swallowing these won't change anything. They're just backups!" Backups...

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