“You've got guts, Miss Lawrence," Deniz remarked sarcastically.

"By the way, I recall that Mr. Schultz took your child away," he added casually.

Deniz chuckled darkly, his face creased with sinister lines. "I hope your wish to be reunited with your child comes true soon."

His words served as a stark reminder to Nicole that her life, while negligible to her, still held value as leverage through her child.

That child was her weak spot.

Nicole's fingers clenched tightly, pain throbbed through her heart, threatening to spill blood. Everyone knew a child was a mother's weakness, and exploiting that vulnerability was unfailingly effective.

Livid, Nicole felt that these despicable people, engaging in such vile acts, surely deserved punishment under the law!

With a subtle Lift of her mouth's corner, careful not to let Deniz see her strain, Nicole said, "Deniz, don't worry. The person plotting against you is also on my blacklist. We're in this together."

Deniz grunted in response and muttered, "I certainly hope so." Then, he slammed the door as he left.

Nicole's body rocked slightly before she collapsed onto the sofa.

Such a narrow victory amid the dealing with Deniz. At last, she had succeeded in aligning this menacing figure as her ally.

Nicole's father had once advised her that before she was strong enough to tackle a problem alone, it was wise to turn potential threats into temporary allies. This alliance might yet yield some unforeseen benefits.

Just then, Jemma's voice pierced the air from outside the door. "Mr. Miller, have you had enough fun?"

Nicole's heart pounded wildly. It seemed Jemma had positioned outside the chamber for a while just to catch Deniz when he walked out.

Nicole was uncertain whether Jemma worked for Vicki. Something in Jemma's demeanor felt off, elusive like a shadow at dusk. She observed that Jemma portrayed two distinct personas. The one visible to the world was merely a mask. It was difficult to determine if the concealed side harbored good intentions.

Fortunately, Deniz navigated the situation with finesse. His voice was steady and calm as he addressed the issue, "These girls you've introduced are inadequate. They lack the basic skills in hospitality! Jemma, it's essential that you train them more effectively."

Jemma replied with a smile, her tone light yet laced with an undertone of seriousness, “I hear your discontent, Mr. Miller. Tonight, dinner is on me. I admit my failure in their training. Please, your anger would only sadden me deeply."

Jemma endeavored to mollify Deniz.

Deniz found solace in her assurances.

Though it seemed Jemma was disadvantaged, she was actually quite shrewd. ALL the business here turned a neat profit. She skillfully offered clients small favors with each transaction, a tactic that ensured the longevity and prosperity of the business.