"Stop drinking!" Alec's expression twisted in frustration. He cursed internally. Jarrod hadn't yet decided what to do with Nicole. Nicole had a stomach condition. If she drank herself to death, he would be held responsible.

Nicole swayed and clumsily bumped into the table before collapsing on the floor in front of Alec.

Alec was dumbstruck and blurted out, "Damn it! Don't you dare die here..."

"Shut up!" Nicole abruptly stood up, thrusting a fruit fork close to Alec's neck as if ready to strike.

The two women beside Alec screamed and covered their mouths, while Nicole shot them a fierce look. “Drop your phones, go to the bathroom, and lock yourselves in."

The two women, accustomed to avoiding trouble, knew better than to get involved in situations that didn't concern them. They quickly dropped their phones and dashed into the bathroom, locking the door behind them.

Alec, overwhelmed with anger, shouted, "Are you out of your mind? How dare you!"

"Where is he?" Nicole intensified her pressure, drawing a small line of blood from Alec's neck. "Tell me, where's Roscoe? Did you take him?"

Alec suppressed his urge to curse, realizing that the enraged Nicole might actually go through with her threat. “I didn't take him," he snapped back.

"Then how did you know he worked Late?" Nicole demanded.

"I've been tracking you for days. I know about his Late nights, and I'm aware of your Valentine's Day date. I've even taken numerous photos and videos, which I've shown to Jarrod," Alec revealed everything, silently anticipating how Jarrod would handle her.

Nicole was focused solely on locating Roscoe. How could he just vanish like that?

Alec claimed he hadn't captured Roscoe, but Nicole suspected Alec knew more. Otherwise, Alec wouldn't have tricked her like this, and his expressions and tone suggested he knew something.

Losing patience, Nicole demanded, "So where did Roscoe go after you followed him last night?"

"He was taken away in a black MPV," Alec answered.

"Who?" Nicole narrowed her eyes and pressed, "Who took him away?"

Alec's mood soured. "Do I look like your detective? Why should it matter to me who took him? I have no reason to follow him."

Alec scoffed. "I wish he was dead."

In Alec's mind, Roscoe's constant battles with Jarrod were unforgivable. He wouldn't even blink if Roscoe died.

“Who are you trying to intimidate with this tiny fork?" Alec brushed Nicole's hand aside disdainfully. "I don't believe you have the guts to stab me."