The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)
Chapter 939 Conduct Yourself

Hellen's face was a little pale. Her lips trembled under Nicole and Julie's cold eyes.

"Sir, there are people here..."

Before she could finish, Nicole grabbed the phone. Her eyes were filled with coldness as her tone was clear and icy.

"Sean Moore, come here and die..."

How dare he touch her best friend on her turf? He was really courting death.

Nicole did not have many friends, but her friends were the best. They accompanied her through rain and shine, so she would protect them.

Then, she threw the phone on the ground, shattering it to pieces.

Yvette's whimpers and cries sounded from inside the room, but her voice was very small as if she had no strength left.

Nicole's heart sank. She charged at the door a few times, but it was useless.

Grant signaled the bodyguard to break the door down, but it was no use. The door was special and could only be unlocked by a key. Otherwise, it would be fully locked. Nicole's eyes were clear and cold as she looked at Hellen. She held out her hand.

"Give me the key..."

Hellen subconsciously covered her pocket. This little action did not escape Nicole's eyes.

She shook her head and stepped back. "I... I don't have a key!"

Julie shouted angrily. "Cut the crap and hand it over, o r we'll make you!"

"I'm already so old. What are you going to do to me?"

Hellen was pale and terrified.

Nicole smiled coldly. She walked over, a trace of rage on her beautiful face. Her expression was nasty and cold.

"Illegal detention is a crime punishable by law. Do you want to taste prison food at your age?"

She pressed forward. Hellen's face changed a few times, already fearful.

Grant gave a look to the bodyguard to the side, who understood and immediately stepped forward. He suddenly and fiercely reached out, yanked her hand, and twisted it back. Hellen instantly screamed in pain.

The two bodyguards had already been subdued. They were pinned to the ground with their noses bruised

and swollen, unable to move.

They could only glare with anger and indignance...

The other bodyguard reached out and emotionlessly took the key from Hellen's pocket before handing it to Nicole respectfully.

Nicole took the key, smiled coldly, and stared at the servant, indifferent to what had just happened.

"But I don't like to trouble the police. I'd rather solve problems by myself. Don't think that you can be shameless just because you're old. I hope that you'll learn to conduct yourself before you leave this world." Hellen looked at her dislocated arm and wept bitterly, crying her heart out.

She was really frightened by this seemingly gentle and beautiful young woman and the room of bodyguards.

Nicole glanced at her indifferently, opened the door, and went in to see Yvette.

Sure enough, Yvette was inside. Her tears immediately fell when she saw them enter.

At first glance, who would believe that this was the Yvette Quimbey beloved by everyone in the circle?

Her face was pale and unsightly, and her eyes were red and swollen. She looked completely drained.

When Yvette saw Nicole, her eyes lit up, but then she suddenly froze when she saw Grant behind Nicole. The atmosphere outside was tense.

Grant walked in and frowned at her. "Can you walk? Let's get out of here first."

Yvette bit her lip and flung herself onto Nicole with a sob.

It had not been easy for her to let go of Grant, but when she was in danger, the person who came to her rescue was Grant.

How was she supposed to remain unmoved?

Nicole's eyes felt hot. Yvette lay limp on Nicole as if she could not stand on her own.

Nicole snapped her head back to look at Grant.

"It doesn't seem like she can walk. She has no strength."