"Yes, exactly." The barmaid paused and then added, "It's not that Melissa looks like Cherry, but rather that Melissa's face is a replica of Cherry's. That's why Cherry seemed so familiar to me at first glance."

The other barmaid chimed in with a sneer, "She's just a fake trying to mimic the real deal. Next to the genuine article, her flaws are blatantly obvious."

Nicole, known as Cherry, truly had a unique look, far from the typical, manufactured Looks of internet celebrities that seemed to captivate men.

In contrast, Melissa's features were way inferior. Had Cherry not been around, Melissa's appearance might have been considered decent.

However, in comparison to Cherry, Melissa's face paled significantly.

She literally looked unattractive.

“What are you talking about?" Jemma suddenly reprimanded the two barmaids. She appeared particularly displeased whenever anyone mentioned Nicole and Melissa resembling each other.

The two barmaids stuck out their tongues and remained silent, not daring to speak out of turn.

Jemma, holding a cigarette that had burned down to more than half, hummed and asked, "Have you two finished your tasks for today, or are you just chatting?"

Scolded by Jemma, the barmaids covered their mouths and said, "We'll get back to work, Jemma."

Jemma didn't approach the door to the chamber Deniz had occupied until they left. She stood for a moment, listening intently for sounds inside.

The smell of burnt tobacco wafted up as the ash crumbled toward her fingers, but she remained tense and anxious.

Once the room was quiet, she turned and walked away.

Inside the chamber, Nicole's face had turned pale after Deniz's blow.

Her ribs throbbed with pain, each breath a struggle.

As Deniz's mouth neared her, Nicole turned her head sharply away, muttering, “Don't you remember why Jarrod kicked you out?"

Deniz paused, his expression confused. “What do you mean?"

Nicole took a moment to catch her breath. “Jarrod got you expelled, and you've known that for a long time."

Hearing Jarrod's name made Deniz's desire falter, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.

Nicole pressed on. "He did so to give me an explanation, to appease me."