I Didn't Expect You To Like This Type A palpable tension quickly enveloped the chamber.
Yet, Nicole remained oblivious, her spirits high as she jovially indulged in drinks with Deniz, Korbin, and the rest.
Her flirtations came effortlessly, her alluring gaze enhancing her charm far beyond those barmaids.
Eventually, Deniz lost his self-control.
He was prepared to risk everything for Nicole's whims.
Overcome with desire, Deniz pulled Nicole over and pressed her against the sofa.
The other drunk men, fueled by jealousy and alcohol, clumsily approached.
"IT want her, too..." "Deniz! Sharing is only fair, don't you think...” Their lecherous smiles broke into a predatory leap toward
Nicole.
Bang! A bottle hurled at Deniz's head interrupted the chaos.
In a split second, a trickle began from his scalp.
Deniz's blood soon splattered onto Nicole's face, turning her stomach.
With nothing ingested earlier, Nicole's retching brought up only the vile taste of blood.
Deniz's head was a gory mess, his blood mingling indistinguishably with hers.
Clutching his head, Deniz cursed furiously, "Who hit me? Who's the bastard?” Another bang followed.
Deniz was struck once more.
His cries soon filled the room.
The other two men collapsed, their yells for security filling the air.
"Security...
Where are the guards? Where are they..." Jarrod, cleaning his hands of the wine stains, rose with a bottle of red wine in hand
and roared at them, "Fuck off!" Confused, those men couldn't comprehend Jarrod's rage.

However, deciphering his anger was less important than escaping.
They supported each other, stumbling out.
Those barmaids scattered as well.

Then, Jarrod advanced toward Nicole.
Nicole reclined on the sofa, her sneer unwavering at the sight of Jarrod.
Splash! Jarrod doused Nicole with the red wine, erasing the blood that wasn't hers.
With a firm grip, he seized her chin.
Jarrod's teeth clenched as he growled, "Have you come to your senses yet?" "Ahem..." Being choked by the red wine, Nicole

his return, Jarrod had sought every way to degrade her. Nicole felt baffled by Jarrod’s current fury. Simultaneously, a searing pain gnawed at her stomach, contorting her face in agony. Clutching her stomach, battling both intoxication and pain, Nicole managed to say, "No recognition for such an obedient person like me? You're quite mean, Mr. Schultz.” "Shut up!” Jarrod's hands showcased prominent blue veins. He stripped off his suit jacket and draped it over Nicole. Witnessing this, Nicole sneered, "Ah, Mr. Schultz, do you also want to fuck me?” Her hand lifted

At that moment, Jarrod boiled over with rage. He yelled in frustration, "That's enough, Nicole!” Nicole slurred, "If that's your wish, you'll need to pay, Mr. Schultz! They've all given me money. Your turn now!" Jarrod's rage erupted like a volcano, seething to his

Rage blinded him.
There was no trace of mercy in his gaze.
His only thought was to make Nicole suffer.
The wrath consumed Jarrod, overshadowing his genuine emotions.
Again, he was impressed and swayed by such a lowly woman like her.
How foolish! His grasp tightened, his teeth sinking into Nicole's neck viciously.
He laughed at himself silently for falling for Nicole's trick again.
This heartless creature who had betrayed, wounded, and fooled him, now mocked him further! He resolved he would not let her
go lightly this time! At the very least, she should witness the torments of hell! Nicole, enduring the fiery torment within her
stomach, gritted her teeth in defiance.
"Is that the extent of your prowess, Mr.

women, huh?" Jarrod snorted dismissively at her words. "Rumors had it that

"This man, is he Roscoe Watts by any chance?” Nicole's frame tensed up immediately at the mention of his name. Jarrod's eyes narrowed, a glint of

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