Chapter 180

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Suddenly, Nicole's complexion drained of color.

Did Jarrod not know that under his coat he was only wearing the underwear he had ordered?

Taking off your coat would be like being naked for everyone to see, right?

In the past, Nicole had gone to dinner with her clients, but always dressed in her professional attire.

Being a Lawrence, people only dared to mock Nicole with words, never confusing her with a simple whore.

But now, Jarrod seemed ready to tarnish his good name at this entertainment venue.

The other two men perked up.

«Stop behaving like a girl. We're not here to see how you hide behind that coat. Take it off and do it quickly.

"Yes, entertain us well and you will be handsomely rewarded."

Their expressions were full of unpleasant intentions, making Nicole flinch as if she had been hit in the face.

Jarrod, observing her frozen posture, let out a sly laugh.

«Let us remember that Miss Lawrence comes from a respectable family.

Maybe we should give him a moment to reflect.

"Oh really? That's pretty boring. Maybe we should find someone else to entertain us for the moment.

With a gesture from Deniz, a group of waitresses entered, dressed in revealing outfits and attracting all eyes.

Deniz pointed to two particularly striking women and ordered them: "Take special care of Mr. Schultz."

These two women were well trained and walked towards Jarrod as ordered immediately.

Their eyes lit up when they saw Jarrod. Such a handsome guy was rarely seen around here.

They approached him shamelessly and stood on either side, their hands provocatively on Jarrod's legs.

"Mr. Schultz, what would you like to do now?

Deniz laughed at his boldness.

"They are both very fortunate to serve a man of Mr. Schultz's caliber."

Jarrod didn't dismiss their advances, wrapping an arm each around them and cheekily finishing the drink nestled against her curves.

The aroma of wine lingered as Jarrod squinted at Nicole and, with a mocking smile, fiddled with his phone.

"Miss Lawrence, may I ask your family's permission?"

Nicole's heart seemed to tremble at the mention of her family.

Suddenly, Nicole felt a squeeze around her throat, stealing her breath.

She was sure Jarrod meant to torment her tonight.

If she fails to appease Jarrod, he could unleash his fury on her family.

Did she have to ingratiate herself with those men, like a whore?

A disdainful smile spread across Nicole's face.

Very well, I would fulfill your wishes.

She took off her voluminous coat, revealing her slender legs and smooth skin.

Her underwear barely hid her curves.

All the waitresses inhaled sharply.

Her seductive outfits were designed to captivate clients, but they had nothing to do against Nicole's elegance.

As expected, all the men noticed Nicole.

It was undeniable that Nicole was an attractive woman by her looks.

Even in her underwear, Nicole gave off an undeniable presence, very different from that of the waitresses.

Setting aside her dignity, Nicole approached the men, sat down next to them, and raised a glass of wine.

«My apologies for the lack of conduct on my first day. “Let me repair the damage,” he declared.

Nicole then downed the wine in one gulp, her tongue delicately catching the remaining drops, a vision of enchantment.

Nicole monopolized all the attention of those men.

It was a prize.

Jarrod, witness to Deniz's greedy gaze, felt a shadow cross his striking features, a wave of displeasure rising within him.

Jarrod raised his hand to massage his temples, convincing himself that he only found Nicole's behavior repulsive.

The gloomy expression in Jarrod's eyes deepened, and he seemed quite pale even with the company of two waitresses.

His gaze swept over Nicole icily, anticipating her next move.

Meanwhile, Deniz, lost in his desire, took out several thick wads of bills from his briefcase, pushing aside the waitress who was next to him.

He motioned for Nicole to come closer.

«Come, sit here. All this will be yours if you serve me well.

After taking a sip of wine, Nicole felt a sharp pain in her stomach.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jarrod's shirt carelessly unbuttoned by the waitresses whose hands were running over his chest.

His features were illuminated by pleasure, a sign of his satisfaction.

“I will do my best to please you tonight,” Nicole responded with a seductive smile, sliding into the seat next to Deniz.

Deniz rushed to grab Nicole by the waist and hugged her fervently.

Nicole's brow furrowed briefly before softening.

Deniz's breath, heavy and contaminated, washed over her as he expressed his approval.

"I like open and uncomplicated women like you."

Nicole pursed her lips and felt a wave of nausea. Disguising his discomfort as a desire to drink, he skillfully managed to fend off Deniz's advances.

"Mr. Miller, allow me the honor of serving you the drink.

Deniz, grabbing her delicate wrist, leaned his head back to empty the glass and lunged at Nicole.

With her smile still charming, Nicole offered, "Another drink for you, Mr. Milter?"

When Deniz touched Nicole's soft hand, he asked, "And your name, darling?"

With a hint of disdain flickering in her eyes, Nicole replied, "Nicky will do."

That name struck a chord with Jarrod, and his melancholy eyes became more stormy.

Nicky It was Nicole's nickname during their tender days of affection, when she declared earnestly: "You are the only one in this life who calls me Nicky."

But now... How could Nicole allow that old man, whom she had just met a moment ago, to address her in that way?

Jarrod's throat tightened and he lost his composure.

"What a bitch!" he muttered to himself.

The other men, captivated by Nicole's charm, began to compete in their offers, throwing money on the table, one even boldly throwing a pile of money in Nicole's face.

Nicole jumped, feeling like her face was burning.

These drunken men complained, “Mr. Miller, don't keep holding her.

"Nicky is here for us to have fun."

"Indeed, let's have fun together."

Never before had Nicole endured such public disgrace.

Before, Jarrod's torment had been private, but now he had brought her into the light, subjecting her to the ridicule of the crowd.

Despite her inner turmoil, Nicole maintained a façade of joy.

Nicole knew that Jarrod's only desire was to witness her utter humiliation, to satisfy his own sense of satisfaction.

Fulfilling her wishes would only strengthen his hold on her and accelerate the downfall of the Lawrence family.

Nicole was fully aware that she couldn't afford to satisfy Jarrod.

In times of desperation, it was common for people to hold on beyond their perceived limits.

And Nicole was no exception.

At this time, her outfit was quite revealing, giving her a vulnerable look, but her resolute dignity remained intact.

Even in the humble role of a whore drinking with these disgusting men, Nicole turned heads, reigning supreme over the establishment.

Looking at the greedy faces before her, Nicole raised her glass with a smile and assured, “Don't worry, gentlemen. Nicky will be here to keep you company tonight.

With each word, he downed glass after glass, using the liquor to ward off lewd advances.

However, he couldn't defend himself against everyone. A series of irregular bruises marked his skin.

Some caused severe pinching, marking her with red, swollen footprints.

Nicole, however, was not complaining. He had faced much crueler treatment at the hands of Jarrod.

In comparison, these men were almost kind.

Nicole's drunken state only increased her attractiveness in the eyes of the spectators.

He shot an involuntary glance at Jarrod, but quickly looked away.

With renewed determination, he filled his glass and went back and forth, bottle in hand, toasting each man.

Finally, under the influence of alcohol, Nicole approached Jarrod with a full glass in her hand.

"Mr. Schultz, Nicky wishes you…”

His words were slurred as he attempted the toast. He leaned his head back, emptying the glass, indifferent to Jarrod's stern countenance.

Jarrod's expression turned stormy, having lost sight of the fact that he was the instigator of this debacle.

He considered her shameless, entertaining those men in such attire, acting no better than a whore. He was furious.

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