Alec reached to press the elevator button, but the elevator was already descending. They would have to wait for the next one.

Alec, visibly agitated, started pacing back and forth like an ant on a hot pan.

Jemma wasn't entirely sure, but she thought she saw Jarrod subtly press the close button. Did he intentionally close the doors?

The more Jemma pondered, the more convinced she became. Why else would a man of Jarrod's stature share the elevator with them if not for Nicole?

Watching Alec's frantic behavior, Jemma turned to those male escorts.

“This is Alec, a distinguished guest tonight. Please ensure he is well taken care of."

In this club, male escorts catered not only to female clients but also to male patrons who, for discretion or to avoid the eyes of their wives, sometimes requested male companions.

Upon hearing Jemma's introduction, those male escorts enthusiastically approached Alec.

"Alec, let's have a drink."

"Alec, let's play some dice."

Alec found himself at a loss for words. Surrounded by several eager, robust men, he had no opportunity to escape. His face turned a shade of green.

Internally, Alec seethed at Jemma, but she had already stepped back into the elevator, waving at him cheerfully. "Alec, enjoy yourself!"

“Enjoy myself, my ass!" Alec muttered under his breath.

Alec tried to push away those male escorts, but two more quickly stepped in to fill the gap.

"Alec, if you don't like dice, how about rock-paper-scissors.."

"Yeah, Alec, let's play. Don't just stand there.."

Alec was rendered speechless. Once he was free, he vowed to get back at Jemma for this setup. How infuriating!

Meanwhile, by the car, the moonlight illuminated Nicole, casting Jarrod's brooding face in an eerie light.

This triggered a visceral reaction in Nicole. She began to resist vehemently, pushing against Jarrod. “Get away from me. Get away.. Leave me alone. You jerk."

Nicole struggled fiercely, trying to free herself. “Let go of me. Jerk.."