Jemma then turned to Nicole and seemingly scolded the latter, her voice loud enough for Jarrod to listen, âCherry, youâve really upset me.
I canât afford your medical bills, but donât worry.
I know plenty of dashing guys willing to solve your condition without costing a fortune.
You wonât need the hospital.
â
As Jemma spoke, she led Nicole toward the elevator.
Alec was rendered speechless by Jemmaâs words.
What did Jemma mean by saying those words? Jarrod had just resolved to distance himself from Nicole, and Jemmaâs comments appeared to be an attempt to sway Jarrodâs decision.
Alec suspected that Jemma and Nicole shared a more complex relationship than it seemed.
Worried that Jarrod might involuntarily be drawn to Nicole again with Jemmaâs help, Alec decided to intervene.
Noting Jarrod remained rooted to the spot, his eyes fixated on the elevator where Nicole was led, Alec hastily said, âMr.
Schultz, letâs head this way.
The blood over there might stain your shoes.
â
Alec attempted to guide Jarrod in the opposite direction, no longer concerned with Lowe sprawled on the ground.
He decided to let Loweâs assistant handle the drunken Lowe, prioritizing Jarrodâs immediate circumstances over anything else.
The air was charged with tension, necessitating a swift departure from the chaotic scene.
Unexpectedly, as Alec reached out to steer Jarrod away, Jarrod swiftly brushed off Alecâs hand, moving decisively forward.
As the elevator doors nearly shut, Jemma exhaled softly.
Could Jarrod truly be indifferent and just walk away?
The next second, a large hand forcefully stopped the elevator door from closing.
Jemma initially mistook the large hand blocking the elevator door for that detestable Alec.
But when she recognized the wrist adorned with a million-dollar watch, her heart surged with relief.
She knew it.
Jarrod could not resist Nicoleâs charm.
That unexpected ki*s had seemingly revived warmth in Jarrodâs once cold heart.
Jemma turned to Jarrod with a smile.
âMr.
Schultz, are you heading down?â
Jarrod remained silent, his expression stoic, but Jemma was undeterred.
âCould you please hold on a moment? Weâre actually going up, just a quick stop on the second floor.
â
Jarrodâs face was impassive as he glanced at Nicole in Jemmaâs arms.
âGoing up?â
Ignoring his stern look, Jemma replied cheerfully, âYes, the male escort lounge is upstairs.
Thatâs where we need to be.
â
The mention of the male escort lounge caused Jarrodâs expression to turn icy.
Yet, Jemma held Nicole firmly, her grip tightening as she noticed Nicoleâs feeble resistance.
âDonât fuss, Cherry.
Itâs not time yet.
You can make your choice later⦠Be good.
Iâll find you a suitable one soonâ¦â
As Jemma reached to press the elevatorâs close button, a foot blocked the door.
Alec spoke with icy disdain.
âWho do you think you are, making Mr.
Schultz wait? Youâre not worth his time.
â He scoffed.
âStep out and let us go first.
â
Jemmaâs face, previously bright, now clouded over.
Having been at the club for many years, she might not be esteemed by the wealthy, but being known as the manager at the club granted her a certain level of respect.
She was acquainted with many influential figures who generally treated her courteously.
Alec, who had risen from humble origins similar to hers, had no right to demean her in such a manner.
Had the rebuke come from Jarrod, perhaps Jemma would have begrudgingly accepted it.
But Alecâs scorn was more than she could bear.