Even at a young age, little Nicole grasped her father's lessons. She declared, “Daddy, I won't eat cheesecake anymore. Let's use that money to help those children."

Her father Laughed gently at her proposal. He pinched her cheek, smiling warmly. "Don't worry, Nicole. You can still have your cheesecake. Daddy makes sure our needs are met first before helping others."

For a five-year-old, the thought of giving up cheesecake was significant.

Nicole pouted. "Then I'll eat a little less..."

Her father's laughter filled the air, warm and comforting.

The dream was sweet and comforting, filled with the love and warmth of her father. Nicole was so content that she wished the dream would never end.

But then, the scene shifted abruptly. Her beloved father was now covered in blood.

In Nicole's dream, the blood emanated from her father seemed to spread endlessly, engulfing everything in its path.

The sight of crimson terrified Nicole, and she screamed, awakening with bloodshot eyes.

Her head buzzed incessantly, making her dizzy. She glanced around the unfamiliar room, her expression bewildered.

Nicole blinked, trying to recall the previous events. Having predicted Vicki wouldn't let her off easily, she had installed a hidden camera in the chamber of the club. Later, Jemma called Jarrod at the agreed time. Then, Jarrod had taken her away.

Rubbing her throbbing head, Nicole still felt groggy.

There was an odd scent in the air, something elusive, yet...

Nicole was no naive girl. This scent was strong and familiar. She frowned.

Recalling she was drugged last night, Nicole hastily threw off the covers to check herself for any signs of sexual intercourse.

Other than the bruises from being bullied by Vicki and her thugs, Nicole found her more private areas to be untouched, except for the deep finger marks on her waist.

These were too pronounced to overlook. She couldn't imagine what could have caused such marks. It didn't look like something from a fight. She hesitated to contemplate further.

Noticing her clothes weren't her own, Nicole's concern deepened.

Just then, the door swung open. Jarrod entered, noticing Nicole sitting up. He offered a simple, “Awake?"

Right after he said so, an oversized pillow hurtled toward his face.