The womenâs professional attire was nearly identical, blending seamlessly with the corporate atmosphere.
Jarrod stated coldly, âHer eyes are glazed.
She is 5.
57 feet tall, and her skin is flawless.
There is a small brown mole under the corner of her right eye.
â
The bartenderâs description struck a chord.
A bartender walking by immediately recollected the charming Nicole from earlier.
She had a small mole under the corner of her eye, an attractive feature.
However, the bartender couldnât shake off the image of Deniz standing by Nicoleâs side.
When Jarrod posed the question, the bartender wondered about their connection.
The bartender didnât dare to say anything about Deniz having taken Nicole away, nor did he want to stir up trouble.
After a brief hesitation, he replied, âSorry, I didnât see her.
â
âYou didnât?â Jarrodâs eyes turned cold, sending a chill down the bartenderâs spine.
Being a sensitive observer, Jarrodâs intuition hinted that the bartender was not being truthful.
The bartender stammered, âI didnât seeâ¦â
Before the bartender could complete his words, his tie was suddenly pulled.
With a stern expression, Jarrod said word by word, âAre you sure?â
âI⦠I saw her.
â The bartender couldnât withstand the intimidating gaze in Jarrodâs eyes.
He gestured toward a nearby step and stammered, âShe seemed to have gone in that direction with a man just nowâ¦â
Jarrod released his grip, turned around, and stormed away.
The bartender gasped, still unable to regain his composure.
On a cobblestone path.
Deniz seized one of Nicoleâs legs and pulled her into the darkness.
âLet me go!â Nicole fought back, but the vast difference in strength between the man and the woman, coupled with her leg being held by Deniz, hindered her from getting up.
Deniz continued dragging Nicole, taking her farther away from the crowd.
Finally, under the gazebo, Deniz threw Nicole to the ground.
He pointed at her and sneered, âYouâre just a barmaid.
Just do whatever I ask you to do! Donât fight back! Do you understand?â
Nicole took a deep breath, sat up, and retorted, âIâm a guest at the party, not a barmaid.
Get out of here as soon as possible, or Iâll teach you a lesson!â
Her face flushed slightly.
She calculated the time.
She could resist for at most fifteen minutes after drinking that doctored glass of wine earlier.
If she didnât expel it within fifteen minutes, the drug would take effect.
Nicole had intended to gather evidence and have Deniz arrested for a few days.
She didnât want to be entangled with him.
Yet, she didnât anticipate Deniz recognizing her, mistakenly thinking of her as a âbarmaid,â complicating the situation.
Otherwise, even if she were merely an ordinary waitress, Deniz would not dare to display such arrogance.
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But Deniz wasnât convinced by her words.
He recalled having seen Nicole.
He scrutinized Nicole, confident that his memory served him right.
Back then, Jarrod had bashed his head with a wine bottle for Nicole.
For a long time, he harbored a grudge against Jarrod.
Fortunately, Deniz maintained contact with the general manager of the Hampton Group.
Otherwise, his career would have taken a bleak turn.
Deniz wrongly blamed everything on Nicole.
Had it not been for her, he would not have provoked Jarrod, the unpredictable individual who assaulted him, leaving him unable to express his grievances.