Love Strategy: CEO He is Really Scheming！-Chapter 678: Young Master Floyd, what’s the matter?

Beside him, Jose Floyd glanced at Wells Morales with eyes cold as frost, emitting an aura of icy chill.

Nicole seized a gun and forcefully struck Wells Morales on the head, causing an instant swelling on his forehead.

Nicole brushed her chestnut hair behind her ear and smiled lightly, her gaze as cold as frost, "Too bad, I’m someone who holds grudges! Today, for injuring my sister-in-law, we’ll settle this score slowly! Don’t shout in front of me; I’m someone who doesn’t play by the rules. If you piss me off, I’ll put you in the police car, drive up the cross-river bridge, get out, and push the car you’re in off the bridge. I’ve even thought up the report! ’Wells Morales, on the way back to the police station, attacked the police and tried to escape. When I was capturing you, I accidentally hit your car, causing it to fall off the bridge! How about that?’"

"You!" Wells Morales was enraged, "Revenge, even in ten years, it’s not too late!"

Nicole sneered, "You really won’t have the chance. Once you’re in, I guarantee you’ll spend a lifetime in prison! You dare have designs on the Young Madam of the Seys Family? If you have the courage to make a move, you must have the courage to bear the consequences!" She instructed the police beside her, "Put him in the car. If he doesn’t behave, give him a whack with your batons, and he’ll behave! If you beat him to death or disable him, I’ll write the report for you! I’ll ensure you won’t be punished!"

"Yes!" The officers suppressed their laughter and responded very seriously.

Nicole nodded and waved her hand, "Put him in the car!"

Before being taken away by the police, Wells Morales cast a vicious glare at Nicole.

Nicole let out a cold laugh, turned around, brushed past the frosty Jose Floyd, and walked back to her car.

Nicole stood by the car, watching the officers busy at work, leaning against the front of the hood. Her waist ached unbearably from a kick by Wells Morales, making it hard for her to stand up straight. If Captain Walters hadn’t already left and there was no one overseeing the scene, she would’ve left long ago!

Jose Floyd’s gaze was cold, staring ahead with an expressionless face, though his peripheral vision never left a certain someone.

When his gaze caught Nicole’s slightly furrowed brows and saw her fingers support her waist, Jose Floyd’s eyes moved, and he leaned closer.

By the car, Nicole’s waist ached, leaning against the hood to stand straight. She was gently massaging her waist when she sensed a familiar oppressive presence approaching. She looked up, meeting Jose Floyd’s eyes as he walked up beside her.

Nicole’s expression was indifferent, her gaze cool. Jose Floyd’s eyes were as cold as an icy pond, without warmth.

Nicole straightened up, glanced at Jose Floyd, curled her lips slightly, and asked plainly, "Young Master Floyd, what’s up?"

Having not met for a while, Jose Floyd looked at the person in front of him, her complexion still fair, her features delicate, and her aura increasingly tranquil, with a hint of unfamiliar coldness.

She bore some resemblance to Arlo Seys when he was icy, a stark contrast to her once gentle and mellow demeanor by his side.

Some say serenity is when time wears down your edges, erasing any willfulness, gentleness, or youthful naivety—taught by society and reality that you must grow alone, face everything alone.

Yet he always protected her, preserving everything inherent in her. How long had she been away from him before she transformed into this serene, cold figure, worn away by time?

Jose Floyd even felt angrily that this was of her own making! He could give her everything, yet she scoffed and nearly cost him his life, then left heartlessly!