It was only then that she realized Jarrod's intentions.

The brief sense of warmth she had felt earlier that day shattered with his words.

A bitter smile crossed Nicole's face. She had been deluded to think Jarrod had softened up when getting along with her.

He had never taken the time to listen to her side of the story, not even a single word.

In Jarrod's eyes, Nicole's sorrow was nothing but an act.

At this moment, his dark and foreboding gaze fell on her, and he demanded, “Aren't you going to start undressing?"

Suddenly, Nicole's complexion drained of color.

Was Jarrod unaware that beneath her coat, she only wore her underwear as he instructed?

Removing her coat would be akin to standing naked for all to see, wouldn't it?

In the past, Nicole had joined clients for dinners, but always dressed in her professional attire.

Being a Lawrence, people would only dare to mock Nicole with words, never mistaking her for a mere whore.

But now, Jarrod seemed poised to tarnish her good name in this entertainment place.

The other two men perked up.

"Stop acting so prim and proper. We're not here to watch you hide behind that coat. Off with it, and make it quick."

"Yes, entertain us well and you'll be handsomely rewarded."

Their expressions were filled with unsavory intent, making Nicole reel as if she had been struck across the face.

Jarrod, watching her frozen stance, let out a sardonic laugh.

"Let's remember, Miss Lawrence hails from a respectable family.

Perhaps we should allow her a moment to consider."

"Really? That's rather dull. Maybe we should find someone else to entertain us for the time being?"