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.

appease Jarrod, he might unleash his fury upon

herself with these men, like a whore? A scornful

well, she would

unveiling her

scarcely concealed

barmaids in attendance all

the patrons, yet they stood no chance against Nicole's unveiled

anticipated, every man’s gaze clung to

was undeniably a good-looking woman in terms of

in mere undergarments, Nicole exuded an undeniable

dignity, Nicole approached those men, seated

of

offer amends,” she

a one gulp, her

undivided attention of

greedy stare, felt a shadow cross his striking features, a surge of

to massage his temples, convincing himself he just found

and he looked rather pale even with

Nicole with a frigid air, anticipating her

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

He beckoned Nicole over.

take a seat

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

shirt carelessly undone by the barmaids whose

were alight with

utmost to please you tonight,” Nicole responded

Nicole's waist, bringing her into his

brow furrowed briefly before

over her as he voiced his

are open and uncomplicated like you." Nicole's lips pressed together, a wave of

discomfort as a bid to drink, she

"Mr.

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

Nicole offered, "Another glass for you,

"And your name, darling?” With a hint of scorn flickering in her eyes, Nicole answered, "Nicky will do.”

Nicky...

of affection, when she declared to him

had only just met a moment ago, to address her in such a manner? Jarrod's throat tightened, his composure

he muttered

to compete in their offers, flinging cash onto the table, one even audaciously

feeling as though her face

men

don't keep