Deniz was stunned for a moment and chuckled. "Mr. Schultz, you're quite the joker..."

Before he could finish, a resounding bang echoed through the air.

Jarrod's kick sent Deniz's bulky frame plunging into the water.

This kick was even more forceful than the previous one, aimed directly at Deniz's face. It left Deniz with indescribable pain.

Maintaining his terrifying strength, Jarrod effortlessly held Nicole in one arm.

Towering over Deniz from the pool deck, Jarrod asked, “How do you like that joke?"

Utterly confused, Deniz flailed helplessly in the water, creating countless splashes. “Ah!" he cried out, his voice gurgling in the water. “Help me..."

Observing Deniz floundering in the water, Jarrod spoke, his voice carrying a cold and threatening tone. “Cleanse that filthy mouth of yours. If I hear you saying such dirty things again..."

His lips curved into something resembling a smile, but his words dripped with bloodlust. "I'll cut off that tongue of yours."

Having delivered his warning, Jarrod turned away, ignoring Deniz's desperate pleas for help.

Nicole, too unwell to speak, felt her legs writhing uncontrollably.

Her mind was caught in a fluctuation between clarity and confusion.

Deniz's derogatory words branding her as an escort rang in her ears.

She knew that was the way others saw her, and it was all because of the role assigned to her by the man currently holding her.

To still Nicole's quivering legs, Jarrod lowered her from his shoulder and held her sideways in front of him like she was a princess, letting her legs rest within the crook of his arms.

Seizing the opportunity, Nicole bit down on his chest, clenching her teeth until the taste of blood coerced her to release her grip.

Unfazed by the pain, Jarrod casually inquired, "What, you're done?

Can you endure it now?"

Nicole's entire body was flushed with heat, a symptom that spoke volumes.

Gritting her teeth to suppress her trembling body, Nicole demanded, “Put me down!"