Yet, Jarrodâs dimples, typically associated with charm, now took on a hint of menace.
His smile suggested that beneath his handsome exterior lurked a deadly threat.
Seeing her absent-minded look, Jarrod chuckled.
âYou seem captivated by me.
Have you been missing me?â
Nicole felt disgusted.
She approached her car with a stern expression, wanting to open the door.
But before her hand reached the handle, she felt a strong pull from behind.
Jarrod had stepped out of his car, gently grasped her neck, and teased, âSince you donât get in yourself, Iâll take that as a sign you prefer me to carry you.
â
Nicole found his audacity exasperating.
Irritated, she inquired, âWhere exactly are we going?â
Jarrod, clearly in high spirits, quirked an eyebrow and cheerfully suggested, âJoin me for a late-night snack.
â
Just as Nicole was about to rebuke him, her phone rang.
Recognizing the caller ID, her expression turned serious.
She brushed off Jarrodâs hand, saying, âHold on.
I need to take this call.
â
Her reaction seemed casual yet intimate.
Jarrodâs eyes darkened as he finally released her.
Nicole advanced a couple of steps and grabbed the phone near the flowerbed.
âYes, Mr.
Steve?â
âNicole, I need those case documents immediately.
Can you send them?â
âApologies, Mr.
Steve.
Iâm not at the office.
Iâll forward them as soon as I return,â Nicole responded apologetically.
âUnderstood.
â
After ending the call, Nicole reflected on Jarrodâs ruthless handling of Deniz from the Vipo Group.
That was a move that had been essential for her success in securing the Hampton family project.
Her next target was a close associate of the Hampton Groupâs chairman.
However, to gain this targetâs trust, she had to neutralize Jarrod.
Turning back, Nicole noticed Jarrodâs gaze on her.
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the car door and got inside.
âDo you plan to leave me after we eat? Letâs hurry.
I need to get some sleep,â she stated.
Jarrod, not used to her compliance, gave a smile and leaned on the window without driving off.
âAre we going or not?â Nicole asked.
Jarrod fixed a cool stare on her.
âDo you expect me to be your driver?â
Nicole, in a surprisingly compliant manner, moved from the back seat to the passenger seat.
Jarrod, considering lighting a cigarette, decided against it upon seeing Nicole beside him.
Right then, he answered a call from his assistant.
Jarrod simply replied, âOK.
â
Then, he ignited the engine.