Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chapter 451

The woman's sorrowful facade vanished as she brandished a shattered bottle, aiming a vicious stab at Nicole's throat.

Nicole acted swiftly, lifting her arm to fend off the strike. The bottle sliced through her arm, and blood gushed forth immediately. The sound of the knife in Nicole's grip clattering to the ground echoed in the room.

Lowe wasted no time in rising to his feet and dashing outside. He then bellowed down the hallway, "Damn it! Come here now!"

The woman scrambled to her feet, wielding the bottle as if to stake her claim. With a sugary tone, she said, "Mr. Hampton, I expect a reward. I want to be your ally in ensnaring more women like this."

It dawned on Nicole that this deceitful woman was none other than Melissa, who bore a striking resemblance to her. The telltale marks of cosmetic surgery prompted Nicole to ponder whether this was a deliberate act.

Lowe leered, patting Melissa's backside. "Absolutely! Melissa, you're invaluable. You'll surely relish what I have in store."

Overhearing their exchange, Nicole grasped the gravity of the situation. This wasn't the first time Melissa had abetted Lowe's nefarious deeds.

Melissa likely employed similar tactics to subdue other girls into submission for Lowe. Their sinister partnership was evident.

With a steely gaze, Nicole clutched her wound, poised to pursue Lowe. But the sound of approaching footsteps halted her.

Nicole quickly hit the elevator button to seal her escape.

Melissa attempted to intercept Nicole at the elevator door, but Nicole's kick sent her sprawling.

"Ouch!" Melissa's cry echoed as she collided with the wall.

As the elevator doors began to close, Lowe's frustration bolled over. "Lock down every exit! We'll find her, even if it means dismantling this place. She's as good as dead!"

The bodyguards spread out, each moving to secure an exit.

Four bodyguards followed Lowe down to the underground parking area.

Nicole, upon reaching her motorcycle in the garage, wasted no time and hopped on.

The trail of blood from her wound left a clear path behind her. Her only choice was to accelerate and break through the blockade.

The moment Nicole ignited the motorcycle, Lowe appeared. Observing Nicole gearing up to flee, he gestured firmly and commanded, "Block her path!"

Immediately, numerous guards emerged, forming a tight circle around Nicole, their shields in hand, closing in on her. Nicole, gritting her teeth against the pain in her arm, revved the motorcycle, its engine roaring defiantly. She knew they wouldn't let her leave without a fight. Her only option was to break through their ranks.

attempting

thrown off, landing

apparent. Nails were scattered across the floor, puncturing both tires of her

lay there, wracked with pain, feeling every inch of

running now?" Lowe taunted, crouching

her body was unresponsive. The fall had been severe, leaving her feeling completely

thud, Lowe then delivered a punch to Nicole's abdomen. His strength might not have been

she held her stomach and stifled a

to attack me!" Lowe sneered. "You'll pay for this here and now. And then, it'll be their turn." Lowe paused, his finger tracing

her arm to her chest, articulating slowly. "I'm

talked, Nicole felt him gradually unzip her leather jacket. The skin beneath her collarbone became exposed, and the document

her head and bit down hard

hawled in

grabbed Nicole's head

impact sent a jolt of pain through Nicole's head, causing her

pull his hand away, sat nursing his wound, his face twisted

gathered around him, assessing

Nicole quickly zipped her jacket back up

bodyguard aside and

bodyguards were quick to respond, with one grabbing Nicole by the neck just steps away

muster the strength to fight

horn cut through the chaos, drawing everyone's

of an engine

black motorcycle burst onto the scene,

a flash, the motorcycle had rushed to the

rider, clad in black, extended his hand

was a beacon of hope. Nicole clung to the rider's hand like it was her

the man

trouble and bellowed, "What's going on?

into action, the bodyguards quickly formed a ring around the motorcycle, much like

accelerated, lifting off the ground and soaring over the

awe. They were taken aback

Lowe cursed, "Damn it! What a

two lines of defense at the exit, the man in black broke

bodyguard and yelled hysterically, "Failures!

bled. Driven by his rage, Lowe grabbed a nearby parking sign and started beating the downed man