Feeling the pressure, Nicole moved forward, making sure to keep some distance from Jarrod. “Then, thank you."

As Nicole stepped in, Jarrod didn't back away, almost intentionally staying in place.

Nicole nearly collided with his chest but stopped just in time.

Their eyes met, Nicole's firm and direct, not looking away this time.

Jarrod, standing close, looked down at her, his look intense. After a short pause, he moved slightly to the side.

The elevator, quite small, now had four bodyguards, forcing Nicole to stand behind Jarrod.

The elevator doors shut, and Jarrod moved back, his presence felt strongly.

Nicole also moved back to keep some space between them.

For an important meeting, Nicole had chosen a pencil skirt with a high slit.

Jarrod, hands in his pockets, looked down at her reflection, noticing her outfit. Nicole looked as striking as always. The same white shirt that looked ordinary to others became a tool of allure for her. Even though the shirt was her size, it fitted tightly across her chest.

Her thin heels and long, Light legs were enough to stir desire in any man.

Jarrod was no exception, his lustful gaze undisguised and blatant.

Then, he turned to face the front, asking casually, "Didn't you see the message?"

Jarrod had messaged Nicole earlier, inquiring about her plans.

Nicole replied with a smile, "I didn't see it." Even if she had, she would have ignored it, treating it like an unwanted email.

Jarrod, keeping it casual, tugged at his lip but said nothing more.

The next moment, his hand was on her hip, sliding smoothly to retrieve her phone from her pocket. He did it with such ease as if her hip was no different from an inanimate object.

"You!" Nicole bit her lip, holding back the urge to lash out, especially with others around.

Jarrod, unfazed, chuckled. "Just want to see if it still works."

"Give it back to me." Nicole tried to grab her phone back, her voice filled with anger, visibly upset.