No one came to Roscoeâs aid, and the man bellowed in laughter.
He grabbed a bottle of wine from a passing waiter and poured it all over Roscoeâs head.
âYouâre not welcome here.
Ingrates Like you donât belong in this place.
You should leave.
â
The man humiliated Roscoe with both actions and words.
Sounds of smirk rose from the crowd as people watched the spectacle.
Roscoe could no longer hold back.
He threw a punch at the man, and a fight immediately broke out.
However, it was quickly made clear that the man was no match against Roscoe.
Security guards were called over, but they were obviously biased, and instead of breaking up the fight, they joined in to beat Roscoe up.
Seeing how Roscoe was outnumbered, Nicole shot up from her seat.
But before she could take the step, she felt a hand close around her wrist, forcing her to sit back down.
Jarrod spoke in a cold voice.
âIf you help him now, youâll only make things worse.
â
Nicole felt as if her feet were nailed to the floor.
She looked at Jarrod with a pleading expression.
âJarrod, please, spare him.
You know that I canât be with him anymore.
â When she chose to marry Jarrod for Austinâs sake, she had completely removed the word âmarriageâ from her life.
She would not marry or be with anyone else.
She didnât want to bring more suffering to Roscoe.
âAs long as you donât get involved with him again.
Otherwise, youâll just cause more trouble for him.
â Jarrodâs voice was ruthless.
Nicole watched as Roscoe was kicked out of the banquet by the security guards.
Roscoe was completely excluded from the circle in Ardens, and the Watts family owed a huge debt.
If the company really went bankrupt, then Roscoe, as the legal representative, would have to deal with everything.
He could even be put in jail.
All of this was related to her.
âI wonât, I promise.
Iâm not going to contact him or talk to him.
Just please⦠Leave him out of this.
â It dawned on Nicole now that Jarrod didnât take her out to have dinner out of kindness.
He brought her here to show her how miserable Roscoe was.
âWrong answer,â Jarrod said coldly.
âs BunnyBookery The response Jarrod sought wasnât a plea for mercy, but a complete disregard for Roscoe.
Nicoleâs incorrect answer left her wondering anxiously about what Roscoe would face next.
Nicole stared coldly at Jarrod, finding him increasingly unfathomable.
Despite knowing she could never love him, he insisted on keeping her close.
To ensure her compliance, he resorted to tormenting those she cared about.
Did he truly find satisfaction in this vicious cycle?
Abruptly, Jarrod pulled Nicole to her feet.
âWhere are you taking me?â Nicole demanded.
Jarrod didnât respond but continued to drag her along.
It wasnât until they reached the locked back door of the banquet hall that Nicole saw, through the heavy glass, seven or eight men brutally assaulting Roscoe outside.
The man who had earlier tried to ingratiate himself with Jarrod was now orchestrating the attack, loudly commanding his hired thugs to kill Roscoe.
âStop!â Nicoleâs voice was desperate as she instinctively lunged forward, trying to intervene, but the locked glass door thwarted her efforts.