In reality, they sacrificed nothing. The money one wealthy patron spent was cleverly used to satisfy another. This strategy was marketing genius.

A smile spread across Deniz's plump cheeks as he praised her, "Jemma, your efficiency keeps our operations smooth. Without your efforts, Kingbel Club wouldn't enjoy its current success."

In a humble tone, Jemma responded, “You give me too much credit, Mr. Miller. I'm merely a small part of this vast enterprise."

Her voice brimmed with gratitude as Jemma added, "Without Kingbel Club, I wouldn't have the comfortable life I cherish today..."

As Jemma's voice faded into a whisper, Nicole caressed her chest, feeling the steady beat of her heart as it calmed.

Having lost Austin's custody, Nicole understood that without power, everything was at risk. The only way to secure a normal, safe existence for her child was to dismantle the power of these influential figures. She was determined not to give up, no matter the circumstances. Now, her sole purpose was to see these arrogant tyrants toppled from their pedestals.

Before Nicole could rise, the door to the chamber swung open.

Jemma entered the room. She glanced at Nicole and noticed her torn clothes but showed no reaction.

"You can't expect me to pay for today's expenses. They're on you,"

Jemma declared. Her voice carried a sharp, slightly sarcastic edge.

Nicole got to her feet and responded compliantly, “That's fine, Jemma."

Observing her compliance, Jemma felt a wave of relief and couldn't help but sneer, “The key to handling matters is knowing your limits. Venturing beyond them is not only self-destructive but also ridiculous and harmful to others."

It felt both like a caution and a reminder. Nicole turned her gaze toward Jemma.

Jemma's gaze was intense and inscrutable, making it difficult to discern her thoughts.

If Jemma truly sided with Vicki, then this was a veiled threat.

However, Nicole sensed that Jemma wasn't one to simply follow orders.

Jemma possessed a mysterious aura, seasoned with time, like someone bearing a deep-seated story.

“I understand, Jemma," Nicole replied. She was indifferent to Jemma's implications. Her focus was solely on planning her next move.

As Nicole turned to leave, bloodstains were visible on her back.

Jemma halted her departure, asking, "What happened?"