Everything will be all right.
Let me handle this.
â
Dora didnât resist.
She turned around and left in a hurry.
Nicole walked to the companyâs entrance with her phone in her hand.
Then, she dialed Jarrodâs number with a trembling hand.
Her call was answered.
But before she could say anything, it was hung up.
Nicole didnât give up.
She tried over and over again, praying from the bottom of her heart.
âJarrod, answer the phone.
Damn you! Answer it now,â Nicole murmured through clenched teeth.
She wanted to tell him that she was willing to do whatever he wanted.
If he wanted her to get pregnant with his child, she would.
If he wanted her to be his mistress, she would no longer resist.
She got rid of all the resistance and stubbornness in her heart.
What mattered to her now was for Jarrod to let go of Wesson.
When Nicole dialed Jarrodâs number the fifth time, all she heard on the other end of the Line was a cold voicemail prompt.
âSorry, the number you are calling is currently unattended.
Please leave a message after the beepâ¦â
Nicoleâs mind went blank for a moment.
Tears streamed down her face and blurred her eyes.
She couldnât think of anything, so she could only implore instinctively.
âJarrod, please⦠Help my dadâ¦â
But before she could finish her words, she suddenly heard a noise outside.
Someone shouted in horror, âOh, my God! Somebody is going to jump off the building!â
Then, it was followed by a loud bang.
Nicole was so astounded that her mind went blank.
At this moment, Saatchi Hotel, the biggest five-star hotel in Ardlens, was brightly lit.
The luxurious hall where Jamieâs wedding would be held was adorned with an endless sea of red roses, making it look particularly romantic.
The ceremony table on the stage was decorated with Swarovski crystals.
In the middle was a huge crystal screen, which shone brightly.
Such an incredibly luxurious setup was enviable.
The bride, Jamie, was in the VIP lounge.
She wore a gorgeous wedding gown.
The makeup artist was now touching up her makeup.