Love Unbreakable

His Threat Suddenly, Nicole's complexion 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 place.

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 sardonic laugh.

"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 particularly 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.

he

ingratiate herself with these men, like a whore? A

she would

coat, unveiling

undergarments scarcely concealed her

in attendance

to charm the patrons, yet they stood no chance

every man’s

a good-looking woman in terms

mere undergarments, Nicole exuded an undeniable presence, starkly unlike

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

for the breach of conduct on

offer

her wine in a one gulp, her tongue

held the undivided attention of those

she was! Jarrod, witnessing Deniz’s greedy stare, felt a

massage his temples, convincing himself he just found Nicole's behavior

Jarrod’s eyes deepened, and he looked rather pale even

Nicole with a

desire, withdrew several thick bundles of cash from his briefcase, shoving

He beckoned Nicole over.

a seat

well." Nicole, after a swift swallow of wine, winced as a

carelessly undone by the barmaids whose

were alight with

utmost to please you tonight,” Nicole responded with a

bringing her into his arms

furrowed briefly

tainted, washed over her as

uncomplicated like you." Nicole's lips pressed

her discomfort as a bid to drink, she deftly managed to

"Mr.

of pouring your drink.” Deniz, gripping her delicate wrist, tilted back his head to drain the glass, then

smile still enchanting, Nicole offered, "Another glass

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,

Nicky...

during their tender days of affection, when she declared to him earnestly, "You're the only one in this life to call me Nicky.” But

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

he muttered to

in their offers, flinging cash onto

as though her face was on

men

keep holding