With that, Doreen wrapped her arms around her friend and planted a kiss on her friend's cheek, her breath coming out in an eerie, wailing sound that made Roscoe frown.

Roscoe didn't even glance her way, feeling increasingly uneasy. He pressed a hand to his chest and stumbled out of the chamber.

Nicole watched Roscoe leave, stunned. It seemed like nobody else had noticed Roscoe's departure. With mixed feelings, she followed Roscoe out, catching sight of his figure disappearing around the corner.

As Nicole rounded the corner, she spotted a dark figure smoking by the window. The dim lighting made it hard to see, but she could make out a faint silhouette.

She hesitated for a moment before gathering her courage to speak.

"Roscoe?"

The silhouette seemed to freeze, as if acknowledging her presence.

Nicole asked, “Are you sure about marrying Doreen? Take your time to think it over! And if... If you're hurting, it's okay to..."

Her words trailed off as she noticed the silhouette turning around, a familiar and daunting visage. It was Jarrod.

“And then?" Jarrod sauntered closer, his tone dripping with condescension.

Before Nicole could utter a word, Jarrod seized her chin, forcing her face upward. With a sneer, he taunted, "Then you want him to be with you?"

"Umm..." Nicole let out a faint sound of discomfort as his grip tightened, furrowing her brows.

Ignoring her discomfort, Jarrod inched closer, compelling her to retreat until her back met the wall. "Nicole, you've got some nerve, trying to lure Doreen's fiancé. You ought to seek my permission first."

Anger clouded Jarrod's rationality. Fortunately, he had ordered his bodyguards to monitor Roscoe. As soon as they spotted him emerging from the chamber, they swiftly escorted him to the hotel.

Jarrod glanced at Nicole, her face smudged with cake, resembling a mockery, yet she made no effort to tidy her appearance. Instead, she hastened to locate Roscoe. Did she have any clue how ridiculous she appeared?

Jarrod chuckled coldly. "Roscoe's Doreen's man now. You used to preach about morality and fairness. What's your game, acting Like some brazen mistress?"

Through gritted teeth, Nicole rasped, “I didn't!"

Nicole fixed Jarrod with a searing glare, her anger simmering just below the surface. "You've harmed Roscoe, and you're fully aware of it! Stop acting like you have the right to judge others while you wallow in moral decay!"

Jarrod's expression shifted to a menacing scowl as he seized Nicole by the neck, his jaw clenched tight with fury. “So, I'm the villain, and Roscoe's the angel, huh?"

Gasping for breath, her cheeks flushed with intense anger, Nicole struggled under his grip.