The expression on his face was so horrifying that it sent shivers down Melissaâs spine, rendering her legs weak.
Without even a chance to don her clothes, Melissa hastily scrambled out.
As soon as Melissa managed to escape, Jemma delivered a swift kick to her.
âYou fool, do you honestly believe that man would whisk you away just because he glanced at you?â
Kneeling on the floor, Melissa trembled and replied, âJemma, I never entertain that idea.
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âHumph! Youâve tried and now you give up!â Jemma extracted a bundle of bills and flung them onto Melissaâs face.
âIf you canât cover tonightâs losses, I wonât let you off the hook!â
Confronted with the staggering amount, Melissa was so terrified that tears streamed down her face.
She kept bowing in supplication.
âJemma, I realize my mistake! Please, show some mercy!â
Melissa knew she couldnât possibly afford such a sum.
âYou brought this upon yourself! Donât overestimate your worth.
We only require you to entertain the guests with drinks.
Yet you dare to reach for the stars!â Jemma scoffed.
âCan someone like you really expect a meteoric rise?â
If Melissa hadnât made such a colossal blunder and aspired to reach great heights, how could she have incurred such a substantial loss?
In their line of work, they couldnât afford to cross the high rollers.
Even if Jarrod conducted himself in such a manner, they had to maintain a facade of obsequiousness.
Observing Melissaâs innocent countenance, Jemma sneered, âIf you follow him, youâll be even more wretched than you are here.
â
Why would a man accustomed to resting beside lifeless bodies every day be swayed by an inconsequential, impoverished extra?
Melissa was forcibly escorted away by the security personnel.
Jemma stared at Jarrodâs handsome visage.
He was undeniably attractive, but the unsettling rumors surrounding him sent shivers down her spine.
Shaking her head, she hastily walked away as if a ghost was chasing after her.
âs BunnyBookery It was the late hours of the night when Jarrod emerged from the club.
His steps were unsteady, and he swayed, navigating the world in a daze.
Leaning against his car, Jarrod ignited a cigarette and dialed Alecâs number.
âCome get me.
â He needed to return home and be with Nicole.
After ending the call, he glanced up at the sky.
The moon hung round and luminous, much Like the night when Nicole had departed.
Then, out of nowhere, something happened.
A slender silhouette appeared and slipped into the blue luxury car parked by the entrance.
Jarrodâs tall, statuesque frame tensed, and the cigarette between his lips plummeted.
That face.
That face!
Jarrod lunged forward like a cheetah in the obscurity of the night.
The blue luxury car roared to life and sped away, with Jarrod in hot pursuit.
Jarrod was far from sober.
If he were, he might have noticed that the car wasnât racing away, almost as if it were teasing him.