Love Strategy: CEO He is Really Scheming！

Chapter 1108 - 1118: There’s No Such Thing as a Free Lunch

"When you were in bed with me, did you ever think about the closest man to you whom I killed? You kept saying I killed him, but when I pressed you beneath me, Nicole, how did you feel? Did you feel disgusted with yourself? Did you feel cheap? Hmm?""You...!" Nicole’s whole body trembled slightly as she looked coldly at Jose Floyd.

Jose Floyd’s gaze shifted downward, and he suddenly pushed Nicole onto the sofa.

Nicole’s eyes panicked, she was about to stand up, but Jose Floyd held her down, his cold fingers mercilessly peeling off her windbreaker.

"Jose Floyd!" Nicole’s teeth trembled with hatred.

Her chestnut curls were tied at the back of her head, cascading down her flawless white back.

Jose Floyd’s eyes were icy cold, his large hand brushed away her chestnut hair, and the tattooed character on her shoulder fell into his icy eyes, as he sneered, "Nicole, that character on your back is still there. Are you not afraid that Steven will see this character when you’re in bed with him? He’s the one who’s being made a fool of!"

As soon as Jose Floyd’s words fell, Nicole’s body trembled violently.

Yes, there is a character on her back shoulder.

The character is ’Floyd’—

Jose Floyd’s ’Floyd’.

Jose Floyd’s gaze swept the room, and when it touched the mirror on the wall, his eyes chilled as he dragged Nicole, pushing her in front of the mirror, his voice cold as ice: "Nicole, look at yourself! What do you think you have left?! For revenge, you gave your body to your enemy, don’t you feel pathetic?"

Nicole’s body trembled, forced to stay in front of the mirror by Jose Floyd, her windbreaker removed, she looked somewhat disheveled, shame and anger surged in her heart, and she stared coldly at Jose Floyd through the mirror.

Jose Floyd turned away coldly, "Nicole, you’ve already crossed my bottom line, your capriciousness has exceeded the limit! Want to marry Steven? I still say this, only over my dead body! As long as I’m alive, whether it’s Steven or anyone else, whoever touches a hair on you, I won’t spare them, nor will I spare you!"

Jose Floyd opened the door to the room and walked out, his voice echoing at the door, "Watch her, don’t let her out!"

"Yes, Mr. Floyd."

The room door was locked, Nicole’s fingers trembled slightly. In the mirror, the character on her back was reflected in her eyes, causing her pupils to slightly contract.

Her fingers trembled as she touched the character ’Floyd’ on her right shoulder, five years of time now suddenly intruding into her vision without any warning.

Past scenes vividly and smoothly flashed through her mind.

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Since Jose Floyd took her back from the bar, Nicole was as pure as a blank piece of paper, innocent and gentle, staying by his side.

Jose Floyd kept his promise; just as the bar owner Bruce Walkers said, she indeed received very good treatment while being with Jose Floyd, and her tuition fees were sponsored by Jose Floyd.

Jose Floyd asked his assistant and right-hand man Camden to find her a very good overseas academy where she no longer needed to worry about language barriers and racial discrimination.

She remembers the night before enrollment, Jose Floyd sat on the sofa holding a wine glass, took a sip of red wine, his indifferent gaze swept over her, saying cold words, "There’s no free lunch in the world, do you know this principle?"

Young Nicole paused for a moment, tightly gripping her hands, and nodded helplessly.

"How old are you?" he asked.

"Seventeen," Nicole replied softly, her voice carrying tension.