Love Strategy: CEO He is Really Scheming!-Chapter 832: I Can Hurt People, But Have You Ever Seen Me Heal Anyone?

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Chapter 832: Chapter 832: I Can Hurt People, But Have You Ever Seen Me Heal Anyone?

All of Howard Saxton’s people were taken away by the police.

Jose Floyd withdrew his gaze, no longer looking at Nicole, his expression cold and distant.

Nicole approached Jose Floyd with a gun in her hand. Camden noticed the thing in her hand and, remembering her several attempts to hurt the young master, instinctively placed himself in front of Jose Floyd.

Nicole stopped in front of Jose Floyd. Seeing Camden blocking the way, she slightly moved her hand holding the gun, feeling a bit stiff.

Camden’s instinctive reaction to protect Jose Floyd unintentionally hurt her feelings.

However, it was understandable. After all, she had attacked Jose Floyd more than twice; it was perfectly normal for Camden to be wary of her.

"Where is Jorge Saxton?"

Jose Floyd’s eyebrows moved slightly. He slowly turned his gaze back to Nicole and spoke in a cold voice, "Go rescue Jorge Saxton."

"I know," Nicole replied, "Where is he?"

"He told me that Howard Saxton kidnapped Lydia Brooke and that he was going to the sea to rescue her. He must have gone to the coast."

Nicole made a faint sound of acknowledgment; her gaze fell on a car riddled with bullet holes. She lifted her eyelids slightly and handed a set of keys to Jose Floyd, her face and eyes betraying no emotion: "You can use this car to go to the hospital. I’ll take some people to find Jorge Saxton."

Jose Floyd’s peripheral vision caught his injured right arm. His gaze towards Nicole deepened further.

Nicole furrowed her brows slightly and spoke indifferently, "I just want to repay the favor for saving my sister-in-law. The Seys Family never owes anyone."

Jose Floyd shot a cold glance at Nicole. Her face was calm and unruffled, her pale palm holding the car keys as if everything was perfectly natural.

Jose Floyd’s thin lips moved, his gaze deep and cold, "Camden, you go to the hospital first. I’ll go find Jorge."

"But, young master, your injury..." Camden hesitated.

"It’s fine." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Camden glanced at Nicole and nodded, "I understand, young master."

Jose Floyd lifted his legs and walked towards the car driven by the police officer, taking the passenger seat of the military off-road vehicle that Nicole had previously driven.

Nicole walked over, "...This is my car; you’re in the wrong seat."

The car keys she gave him weren’t even for her car, right?

Jose Floyd leaned back in the passenger seat with his eyes closed, resting while maintaining a cold expression, "I’m in no condition to drive right now."

Nicole glanced at his right arm, the gunshot wound looked serious. Nicole compromised, got into the car, and started driving towards the coast.

The two remained silent on the way, Joseph Floyd’s face cold as he continued to rest with his eyes closed.

While driving, Nicole’s thoughts wandered a great distance away, her mind repeatedly replaying the image of Jose Floyd’s bloodied right arm. She sat up straight, looking ahead, and spoke faintly: "There are antihemorrhagic drugs in the miscellaneous drawer in front of you."

Jose Floyd slowly opened his closed eyes and turned slightly to look at the person beside him, "I’m capable of hurting people, but have you ever seen me treat a wound?"

"..." Nicole’s fingers felt a bit stiff on the steering wheel.

Indeed, he couldn’t. But she could, because she had studied medicine.

Seeing her calm demeanor, Jose Floyd turned his gaze out of the window.

What happened to giving up, Jose Floyd? What are you doing now?!

Have you forgotten how heartless this woman can be?!

As cold thoughts filled Jose Floyd’s mind, the car suddenly halted. Immediately, a faint fragrance drew near and wafted to his nose, freezing his entire body.

Nicole stopped the car, leaned over to retrieve medicine, gauze, and bandages from the drawer, her expression indifferent.

As Jose Floyd was still in a daze, his right sleeve was suddenly cut off by a pair of scissors, and slender, warm fingertips touched his arm.

The depths of Jose Floyd’s eyes stirred as he watched Nicole close in on him to tend to his wound, frozen in surprise...