Chapter 1305: Calamity Arises [2]
"Young Master Charington, don’t be shy, go ahead and tell us."
Jude Charington sat next to Nicole, ordered a drink from the bartender, and looked at Nicole with a gaze filled with deep inquiry and something else unknown. "They say Sister Nicole was driven out of the Manor Estate by Young Master Floyd three years ago, not allowed to take a single step inside since. They say Sister Nicole has fallen from favor. I wonder if it’s true?"
Jude Charington asked with a smile, the smile containing an uncomfortable scrutiny.
Nicole took a sip of her drink, smiling but not responding.
Jude Charington held his wine glass and raised it while laughing, "Sister Nicole came to Bruce Walkers for a job because she was indeed kicked out of the Manor Estate by Young Master Floyd, left with nowhere to go? Then Sister Nicole, why not consider being with me, hmm?"
Nicole’s gaze turned cold, and she slammed her glass onto the bar, making a crisp sound. She eyed Jude Charington’s severed left pinky finger, her voice even colder: "Young Master Charington, have you forgotten the pain of a severed finger? Regardless of whether I’m with Young Master Floyd or not, having been touched by him, you dare speak this way?!"
When Nicole brought up this matter, Jude Charington’s gaze fell on his pinky finger, his eyes turning cold with intensity.
Back then, he had teased Nicole a few times at Young Master Floyd’s Manor Estate, jokingly asked Young Master Floyd to have Nicole accompany him overnight, never expecting Young Master Floyd would personally come and sever one of his fingers! If it weren’t for the years of friendship between them, anyone else would have had five fingers severed.
Jude Charington stared at his pinky, feeling a chill spreading from inside out, reaching his brows.
Nicole swept her gaze over Jude Charington, "In my life, I’ve only slept with one man, and if Young Master Charington wants to play with women, you’ve picked the wrong target! Young Master Charington has countless women in his harem and there are endless wildflowers outside, still pining after the unattainable. Isn’t that obviously courting trouble? Even if Young Master Floyd and I have really split, Jude Charington, at least I’ve been with him for five years; I’m the woman who’s been by his side the longest. Aren’t you afraid you’ll get burned targeting me?"
Even a strong dragon can’t suppress the local tyrant, let alone she has no friends or power in Italy!
Jude Charington is considered a notable local tyrant in Italy. She wasn’t foolish enough to boast before Jude Charington. The only thing she could rely on as a backing was her title as Jose Floyd’s woman, and that title was widely known.
After speaking, Nicole glanced at Bruce Walkers, who looked extremely uneasy and dared not speak, opening coldly: "Bruce Walkers, your bar here could use some fresh air. I feel like the whole place is filled with an indescribable odor, making people uncomfortable!"
With that, Nicole got up and walked out of the bar in high heels.
Being disturbed by Jude Charington, she lost the mind to investigate and could only head to the police station again to probe into the events of the past.
Jude Charington watched Nicole’s departing figure, icy sparks emerging in his eyes, sharp and fierce.
The woman of a fallen Young Master Floyd dares to act so high and mighty in front of him! The pain of the severed finger, he has never forgotten that debt!
Nicole—oh, he’ll just taste what the woman Jose Floyd has slept with is like!
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Day after day, running back and forth between the police station and the bar, still gaining nothing, and she’s been in Italy for a week now.
Nicole walked heavily along the street, coming upon a storefront window where a row of beautiful wedding dresses was displayed, and her footsteps unconsciously led her there.
As she approached, she realized these wedding dresses were even more beautiful, luxurious, and grand. The scenes of her brother marrying Ariel flashed through her mind, with ten miles of red carpet and flowers, Ariel looking picturesque in her wedding gown.
Nicole’s fingers brushed against the window, as if feeling the smooth texture of those wedding dresses, somewhat lost in thought.
If she were to wear a wedding gown, what would she look like?