"I need to take a shower," Nicole said. She was thoroughly coated in dirt from head to toe.

Despite the impact of the fall from the motorcycle, her specially crafted leather jacket mitigated the severity of her injuries, sparing her from anything too serious.

Apart from experiencing mild numbness all over and nursing a wound on her arm, Nicole was fortunate to have escaped any significant injuries.

"Alright, just be cautious not to wet your arm," Roscoe cautioned in response.

Nicole ascended the stairs.

In this modest villa, her grandparents' bedrooms were located downstairs, with two bedrooms reserved upstairs for the convenience of Wesson, Dora, and a young Nicole.

As Nicole stepped back into the room that once held the memories of her childhood, she found herself overwhelmed with conflicting emotions.

The room had been meticulously maintained, and as she opened the wardrobe, she was taken aback by what she found. The wardrobe overflowed with garments, each pristine with its tags still attached.

The wooden door emitted a faint creak as it swung open.

Nicole shifted her gaze and spotted Roscoe reclining against the door frame, his hand casually tucked into his pocket. His towering frame and elongated legs commanded attention.

Upon registering her astonishment, a subtle blush graced Roscoe's handsome features as he explained, "During my business travels, whenever I encountered something fitting for you, I made the purchase."

Over time, the wardrobe reached its capacity, brimming with an abundance of garments.

Nicole perused the garments, each bearing the emblem of luxury brands, ranging in value from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands.

Roscoe, in contrast, was not inclined toward donning designer apparel.

His typical attire comprised suits and shirts sourced from a select niche brand, their prices spanning from a few thousand to tens of thousands. He was fully aware that she wouldn't wear those garments, yet he remained steadfast in his decision to purchase them.

Maybe it was due to her triumphant securing of those documents, leaving her in high spirits. Or perhaps it was the calm relief that washed over her after narrowly escaping danger. Nicole quipped with playful humor, "Roscoe, should I ever find myself short on funds in the future, I could simply sell off these clothes and enjoy a comfortable lifestyle for a few years.”

Even at a 30% discount, the timeless designs of these high-end clothes would undoubtedly attract a crowd eager to purchase them.

Roscoe chuckled warmly, reassuringly adding, “Don't worry about that.

I have the skills to support you and Austin."

Upon hearing these words, Nicole lapsed into silence. Roscoe consistently demonstrated selflessness, always prioritizing Austin's well-being without hidden agendas.