Jemma then turned to Nicole and seemingly scolded the latter, her voice loud enough for Jarrod to listen, "Cherry, you've really upset me. I can't afford your medical bills, but don't worry. I know plenty of dashing guys willing to solve your condition without costing a fortune. You won't need the hospital."

As Jemma spoke, she led Nicole toward the elevator.

Alec was rendered speechless by Jemma's words. What did Jemma mean by saying those words? Jarrod had just resolved to distance himself from Nicole, and Jemma's comments appeared to be an attempt to sway Jarrod's decision.

Alec suspected that Jemma and Nicole shared a more complex relationship than it seemed.

Worried that Jarrod might involuntarily be drawn to Nicole again with Jemma's help, Alec decided to intervene.

Noting Jarrod remained rooted to the spot, his eyes fixated on the elevator where Nicole was led, Alec hastily said, "Mr. Schultz, let's head this way. The blood over there might stain your shoes."

Alec attempted to guide Jarrod in the opposite direction, no longer concerned with Lowe sprawled on the ground. He decided to let Lowe's assistant handle the drunken Lowe, prioritizing Jarrod's immediate circumstances over anything else.

The air was charged with tension, necessitating a swift departure from the chaotic scene.

Unexpectedly, as Alec reached out to steer Jarrod away, Jarrod swiftly brushed off Alec's hand, moving decisively forward.

As the elevator doors nearly shut, Jemma exhaled softly. Could Jarrod truly be indifferent and just walk away?

The next second, a large hand forcefully stopped the elevator door from closing.

Jemma initially mistook the large hand blocking the elevator door for that detestable Alec. But when she recognized the wrist adorned with a million-dollar watch, her heart surged with relief.

She knew it. Jarrod could not resist Nicole's charm. That unexpected kiss had seemingly revived warmth in Jarrod's once cold heart.

Jemma turned to Jarrod with a smile. "Mr. Schultz, are you heading down?"

Jarrod remained silent, his expression stoic, but Jemma was undeterred. "Could you please hold on a moment? We're actually going up, just a quick stop on the second floor."

Jarrod's face was impassive as he glanced at Nicole in Jemma's arms.

"Going up?"

Ignoring his stern look, Jemma replied cheerfully, “Yes, the male escort lounge is upstairs. That's where we need to be."

The mention of the male escort lounge caused Jarrod's expression to turn icy.

Yet, Jemma held Nicole firmly, her grip tightening as she noticed Nicole's feeble resistance. “Don't fuss, Cherry. It's not time yet. You can make your choice later... Be good. I'll find you a suitable one soon..."