Chapter 419


    While Avery and Cayden were rejoicing in the love they had found with each other, Nicole was having a


    miserable night.


    In the hotel, Nicole was lying on the bed, naked. She looked at the naked man next to her who was


    sleeping soundly, her eyes burning with vehement hatred.


    Roderick!


    This man who appeared suddenly had disrupted all her ns. He had used her nude photos to coerce


    her into submission, forcing her to be the subject of all kinds of his unspeakable desires.


    She dared not and could not refuse him.


    If Roderick spread those unsightly photos, she would be aughingstock among the socialites in


    Ackleton, and her career in the entertainment industry woulde to an abrupt end.


    Even though her adoptive father was the state secretary, Nicole dared not go against Roderick and risk


    her future.


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    She got out of bed quietly, and immediately, there was a tearing pain coursing through a certain part of


    her body.


    She cursed inwardly and hated Roderick even more. Roderick was simply mad and didn''t know how to


    be gentle, let alone restrain himself when it came to making love. She would always faint in bed, and


    yet he still wouldn''t stop and would only continue tormenting her in bed.


    After taking a quick shower, Nicole came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She was about to put


    on her own clothes when she suddenly saw a fruit knife in the fruit basket on the coffee table.


    Her heartbeat raced at this discovery, and a bold idea rose in her mind.


    She hid the fruit knife in therge bath towel and trod as lightly as she could on the thick carpet and


    approached Roderick silently. She stared at his defenseless figure, her gaze falling on his fragile throat.


    She was filled with an abominable hatred that she almost lost her mind.


    Nicole walked to the bed and secretly hid the fruit knife under the pillow. Then, she untied her bath


    towel and, for the first time, took the initiative and wrapped her arms around Roderick who was still in a


    slumber.


    Passionately and seductively, the woman nted kisses on his corbone before moving downward.


    Roderick was always on alert.


    In fact, he had woken up when Nicole first made a movement, but he was just toozy to open his


    eyes.


    He had forced himself on her many timesst night and was now exhausted and needed to rest. He


    didn''t expect that this woman, who had submitted reluctantly, would take the initiative to seduce him.


    Although he had doubts in his heart, Roderick could feel his body gradually heating up from her action,


    and he no longer held back himself.


    Nicole''s eyes were still as cold as always. She wasn''t aroused at all.


    The moment Roderick entered her body, Nicole grasped the dagger under the pillow and stabbed him


    fiercely without hesitation.


    Nicole had thought she could witness a bloody scene.


    There was indeed blood gushing out, but it was not from Roderick''s wound.


    Roderick''s eyes were zing with a murderous glint. He red at the woman beneath him, whom he


    could easily choke to death with just a little force and who was about to pass out from the pain.


    He emphasized each word as he said coldly, “I have never believed in God since I was born, let alone


    women. From the moment you hid the dagger under the pillow, I have been praying for you that you


    won''t use it on me. Obviously, my prayer was of no use!”


    The moment she raised the dagger to stab him, his instinct had snapped him into instant alertness.


    Roderick loved women, but he cherished his life even more. Even if he was immersed in an erotic


    moment, he still maintained a somewhat sober mind. This was also an important reason why he could


    head off dangers even though he had been engaged in high-risk jobs for so many years.


    The moment the dagger fell, Roderick twisted her left hand, driving the sharp de through it.


    Heughed mockingly. “Ms. Lambert, many terrorists and even mercenaries wanted to kill me, but I


    killed them all in the end. Are you this naive to think you can kill me with your frail body? You better


    behave yourself. Otherwise, I''ll ruin your reputation immediately, even Mr. William won''t be able to save


    you!”


    Nicole was overwhelmed by the excruciating pain in her left hand and her lower body.


    She closed her eyes in despair, hiding the intense hatred in her eyes.


    Even if she couldn''t kill him now, she would make him regret his action one day.


    After being the recipient of Roderick''s carnal lust, Nicole wrapped herself up like a burrito when she


    came out of the hotel to cover the dense hickey marks all over her body.


    She wandered on the bustling street like a lost soul, soaking her scarf again and again with tears.


    She suddenly felt so helpless and had nowhere to hide.


    She wondered if her adoptive parents would stand up for her if they knew about this.


    Perhaps her adoptive father would go to the Fullers and seek justice for her.


    However, the Fuller family was as powerful as the Lambert family. This meant that even if she exposed


    Roderick, the most they would do was ask Roderick to marry her. By then, her reputation would be


    ruined, and others might even deem her as a promiscuous woman. This was not what she wanted.


    Moreover, she despised Roderick.


    He was rough, wild, and vulgar. He was nothing but a chauvinist. Most importantly, he looked like a


    rogue, and his behavior was rude. He waspletely different from her ideal of a perfect man.


    The man of her dream was someone who was knowledgeable and handsome like Cayden.


    She was captivated by his noble temperament.


    She was the eldest daughter of the Lambert family, and if she ever wanted to marry, she would only


    marry the best man in the city. No way she wouldmit herself to a lecher like Roderick.


    Just when Nicole was lost in her thought, a dirty hand grabbed her by the corner of her clothes. “I finally


    found you. Nickie, I''ve been looking for you for so long!”


    Nicole was stunned.


    An unkempt middle-aged beggar-liked man was tugging at her expensive clothes.


    She shoved him away in disgust. “Who are you? You have got the wrong person. I don''t know you!”


    The foul smell on his body nauseated her.


    This man must not have showered in a year. He''s so dirty. How dare he pull my limited edition coat?


    How disgusting!


    Nicole strode toward the hotel parking lot in her high heels and heard the drunk man behind her yelling


    loudly, “I got the right person. You are Nicole, and you have a nickname, Brown Pearl, because you


    looked darker when you were young. Your mother Sandra came up with the name casually. If I


    remember correctly, you have an apple-shaped birthmark under the armpit of your left arm...”


    What the tramp said made Nicole halt in her track. Chills traveled down her spine, and her eyes


    widened in shock.


    She turned her head and stared at the slovenly man in disbelief.


    Who is he? Why does he know me so well?