Chapter 180


    His Threat Suddenly, Nicole''splexion drained of color.


    Was Jarrod unaware that beneath her coat, she only wore her underwear as he instructed? Removing


    her coat would be akin to standing naked for all to see, wouldn''t it? In the past, Nicole had joined


    clients for dinners, but always dressed in her professional attire.


    Being a Lawrence, people would only dare to mock Nicole with words, never mistaking her for a mere


    whore.


    But now, Jarrod seemed poised to tarnish her good name in this entertainment ce.


    The other two men perked up.


    "Stop acting so prim and proper.


    We''re not here to watch you hide behind that coat.


    Off with it, and make it quick." "Yes, entertain us well and you''ll be handsomely rewarded.” Their


    expressions were filled with unsavory intent, making Nicole reel as if she had been struck across the


    face.


    Jarrod, watching her frozen stance, let out a sardonicugh.


    "Let''s remember, Miss Lawrence hails from a respectable family.


    Perhaps we should allow her a moment to consider.” "Really? That''s rather dull.


    Maybe we should find someone else to entertain us for the time being?" With a gesture from Deniz, a


    group of barmaids entered, dressed in revealing attire and drawing all eyes.


    Deniz pointed out two particrly striking women, instructing them, "Take special care of Mr.


    Schultz.” These two women were well-trained and walked toward Jarrod as instructed immediately.


    Their eyes lit up when they saw Jarrod.


    Such a dashing guy was seldom seen here.


    They approached him unabashedly and settled on either side, hands provocatively on Jarrod''s legs.


    "Mr.


    Schultz, what would you like to do now?" Deniz chuckled at their forwardness.


    "You''re both quite fortunate to attend to a man of Mr.


    Schultz''s caliber.” Jarrod didn''t dismiss their advances, enveloping them with an arm each and boldly


    finishing the drink nestled against one’s curves.


    The wine’s aroma lingered as Jarrod squinted his eyes at Nicole and, with a mocking smile, he toyed


    with his phone.


    "Miss Lawrence, should I get your family''s permission for you?" Nicole''s heart seemed to lurch at the


    mention of her family.


    Suddenly, Nicole felt a grip around her throat, stealing her breath away.


    She was certain Jarrod intended to torment her this evening.


    If she failed to appease Jarrod, he might unleash his fury upon her family.


    Was she to ingratiate herself with these men, like a whore? A scornful smile crept across Nicole''s face.


    Very well, she wouldply with his desires.


    She shed her bulky coat, unveiling her slender legs and smooth skin.


    Her undergarments scarcely concealed her curves.


    The barmaids in attendance all inhaled sharply.


    Their alluring attire was meant to charm the patrons, yet they stood no chance against Nicole''s


    unveiled elegance.


    As anticipated, every man’s gaze clung to Nicole.


    Nicole was undeniably a good-looking woman in terms of her appearance.


    Even in mere undergarments, Nicole exuded an undeniable presence, starkly unlike the barmaids.


    Casting aside her dignity, Nicole approached those men, seated herself alongside them, and lifted a


    wine ss.


    "My apologies for the breach of conduct on my initial day.


    Allow me to offer amends,” she dered.


    With that, Nicole downed her wine in a one gulp, her tongue delicately catching the remaining droplets,


    a vision of allure.


    Nicole held the undivided attention of those men.


    Such a prize she was! Jarrod, witnessing Deniz’s greedy stare, felt a shadow cross his striking


    features, a surge of displeasure rising within.


    Jarrod lifted his hand to massage his temples, convincing himself he just found Nicole''s behavior


    repulsive.


    The gloomy expression in Jarrod’s eyes deepened, and he looked rather pale even with thepany


    of two barmaids.


    His gaze swept over Nicole with a frigid air, anticipating her next move.


    Meanwhile, Deniz, lost in his desire, withdrew several thick bundles of cash from his briefcase, shoving


    aside the barmaid next to him.


    He beckoned Nicole over.


    "Come, take a seat here.


    These will all be yours if you attend to me well." Nicole, after a swift swallow of wine, winced as a sharp


    pain red in her stomach.


    From the corner of her eyes, she saw Jarrod’s shirt carelessly undone by the barmaids whose hands


    were roaming his chest.


    His features were alight with pleasure, signaling his contentment.


    "T''ll certainly do my utmost to please you tonight,” Nicole responded with a beguiling smile, sliding into


    the seat beside Deniz.


    Deniz moved quickly to hold Nicole''s waist, bringing her into his arms with a fervent touch.


    Nicole''s brow furrowed briefly before smoothing.


    Deniz''s breath, heavy and tainted, washed over her as he voiced his approval.


    "I like women who are open and uplicated like you." Nicole''s lips pressed together, a wave of


    nausea rising.


    Masking her difort as a bid to drink, she deftly managed to dodge Deniz''s advances.


    "Mr.


    Miller, allow me the honor of pouring your drink.” Deniz, gripping her delicate wrist, tilted back his head


    to drain the ss, then lurched for Nicole.


    Her smile still enchanting, Nicole offered, "Another ss for you, Mr.


    Miller?” As Deniz touched Nicole''s soft hand, he inquired, "And your name, darling?” With a hint of


    scorn flickering in her eyes, Nicole answered, "Nicky will do.” That name struck a chord in Jarrod, his


    brooding eyes turning stormier.


    Nicky...


    It was Nicole''s nickname during their tender days of affection, when she dered to him earnestly,


    "You''re the only one in this life to call me Nicky.” But now...


    How could Nicole allow this old man, whom she had only just met a moment ago, to address her in


    such a manner? Jarrod''s throat tightened, hisposure slipping.


    "What a slut!" he muttered to himself.


    The other men, enthralled by Nicole''s charm, began topete in their offers, flinging cash onto the


    table, one even audaciously tossing a stack of cash at Nicole''s face.


    Nicole was shocked, feeling as though her face was on fire.


    These drunk menined, "Mr.


    Miller, don''t keep holding her.


    Nicky''s here for our enjoyment.” "Indeed, let''s have fun together.” Never before had Nicole endured


    such public disgrace.


    Previously, Jarrod''s torment had been private, but now he had pushed her into the open, subjecting her


    to the crowd''s derision.


    Despite her inner turmoil, Nicole maintained a facade of cheerfulness.


    Nicole knew Jarrod''s only desire was to witness her utter humiliation, to satiate his own sense of


    satisfaction.


    Complying with his wishes would only tighten his grip on her and hasten the downfall of the Lawrence


    family.


    Nicole was acutely aware that she could not afford to gratify Jarrod.


    In times of despair, it wasmon for people to endure beyond their perceived limits.


    And Nicole was no exception.


    At this moment, her outfit was quite revealing, giving her a vulnerable appearance, yet her resolute


    dignity stayed intact.


    Even in the lowly role of a whore drinking with these disgusting men, Nicolemanded attention,


    reigning supreme over the establishment.


    Surveying the greedy faces in front of her, Nicole raised her ss with a smile and assured, "Don''t be


    concerned, gentlemen.


    Nicky will be here to keep youpany tonight.” With each word, she downed ss after ss, using


    the liquor to ward off the lecherous advances.


    Yet, she couldn''t fend off everyone.


    A series of uneven bruises marred her skin.


    Some left harsh pinches, branding her with red, swollen imprints.


    Nicole, however, uttered noints.


    She had faced far crueler treatment at Jarrod’s hands.


    Byparison, these men were almost kind.


    Nicole''s slightly drunk state only added to her allure in the eyes of the onlookers.


    She cast an involuntary nce at Jarrod, then quickly diverted her gaze.


    With renewed resolve, she topped up her ss and went around, bottle in hand, toasting each man.


    Finally, under alcohol''s sway, Nicole approached Jarrod with a full ss in hand.


    "Mr.


    Schultz, Nicky wishes you...” Her words slurred as she attempted the toast.


    She tilted her head back, emptying her ss, indifferent to Jarrod''s stern countenance.


    Jarrod''s expression turned stormy, having lost sight of the fact that he was the instigator of this


    debacle.


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    He regarded her as a shameless woman, entertaining these men in such attire, acting no better than a


    whore.


    He was livid.