Nicole's eyes were filled with hatred towards Jude Charington, her face pale. "Let go of me! Jude Charington, playing such despicable tricks, you sure have some nerve!"
Jude Charington sneered coldly. He lightly wiped the short knife against Nicole's skin, instantly leaving a shallow mark with tiny beads of blood on her jade-like neck.
"Jude Charington! You better not touch her again, damn it!" Jose Floyd's eyes swept across Jude Charington's, filled with icy coldness.
Jude Charington's lips curled into a cold smile, and he signaled to his subordinate.
The man understood and approached Jose Floyd with the short knife in hand. "Young Master Floyd, please."
Jose Floyd cast a glance at Jude Charington and the person brandishing the short knife. He noticed her pale face and the injury on her elbow, and his gaze turned deep and somber.
His attention returned to Jude Charington's current subordinate, the sharp short knife gleaming coldly.
