The Heiress With Seven Secret Identies (Stella Shaw) novel Chapter 439

"Wait for me downstairs," Nicole replied. "I'll give you a ride."

"It's fine. I'll just wait for you at home."

Amelia had already heard the news regarding the Shaws and the Moores. She figured Jasper and Nicole probably had a lot to discuss.

Jasper offered a warm smile. "Don't drive. I'll have Cody take you home."

Realizing she'd had a few drinks, Amelia nodded and gave them a wave. "I'm off then. Bye!"

She turned and walked away with effortless poise, offering no comment on what had just happened with Jaron. Her indifference stung.

Jaron would have preferred it if she had hit him or screamed at him. This calm, detached attitude felt like the definitive end of whatever they had.

"Are you okay, Jaron?" Nicole asked.

Jaron looked up at her, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "You hit pretty hard."

"Isn't that what you taught me?" Nicole countered. "You said my skills were lacking, so if I get an opening, I have to take the target down immediately—otherwise, they won't give me a second chance to strike."

"I meant for you to use that on other people, not me," Jaron muttered.

"I did it for your own good. Otherwise, you'd be heading to jail."

Jaron pressed a hand to the bandage on his forehead and let out a helpless laugh. "So, I should be thanking you?"

"We're close enough that you can skip the thanks," Nicole said.

Jaron turned to Jasper. "Control your woman, will you?"

"Why would I?" Jasper replied. "She did the right thing."

Jaron was speechless. "Are you two even my friends? My heart is breaking, and all you guys do is twist the knife."

"Why did you take those drugs?" Jasper's expression turned serious. "Did you even think about the consequences?"

Jasper felt a lingering sense of dread just thinking about it. He knew what that loss of control felt like; if things hadn't been stopped, the outcome would have been unthinkable. His grip on Nicole's hand tightened.

"I don't even know how it happened," Jaron said.

"Jaron, is it possible your wine was spiked?" Nicole suggested. "Amelia didn't touch your glass, and she's perfectly fine."

"Tiffany would never do that," Jaron insisted. "It had to be my father. I know exactly what he's after."

Nicole couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Jaron, do you know why you got a near-perfect score on the SATs?"

"What are you getting at now?"

"It's because the study plan I made for you was flawless. Otherwise, with that brain of yours..." She shook her head, leaving the rest unsaid.

"Nicole, you don't know Tiffany as I do."

"I give up. I'm not saying another word." Nicole took a deep breath, her eyes softening with regret. "I went a bit overboard with the hit. I'm sorry. I'll cover your medical bills and send over some supplements."

"I don't blame you," Jaron said.

"Get some rest. I'm leaving," Nicole said.

The fallout? Their parents likely would have forced a marriage, and Amelia would have spent the rest of her life hating him.

Jasper was becoming more obsessed with his girlfriend and less concerned with his friends by the day.

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