The barmaids in attendance all inhaled sharply.

Their alluring attire was meant to charm the patrons, yet they stood no chance against Nicole's unveiled elegance.

As anticipated, every man's gaze clung to Nicole.

Nicole was undeniably a good-looking woman in terms of her appearance.

Even in mere undergarments, Nicole exuded an undeniable presence, starkly unlike the barmaids.

Casting aside her dignity, Nicole approached those men, seated herself alongside them, and lifted a wine glass.

“My apologies for the breach of conduct on my initial day. Allow me to offer amends," she declared.

With that, Nicole downed her wine in a one gulp, her tongue delicately catching the remaining droplets, a vision of allure.

Nicole held the undivided attention of those men.

Such a prize she was!

Jarrod, witnessing Deniz's greedy stare, felt a shadow cross his striking features, a surge of displeasure rising within.

Jarrod lifted his hand to massage his temples, convincing himself he just found Nicole's behavior repulsive.

The gloomy expression in Jarrod's eyes deepened, and he looked rather pale even with the company of two barmaids.

His gaze swept over Nicole with a frigid air, anticipating her next move.

Meanwhile, Deniz, lost in his desire, withdrew several thick bundles of cash from his briefcase, shoving aside the barmaid next to him.

He beckoned Nicole over.

"Come, take a seat here. These will all be yours if you attend to me well."

Nicole, after a swift swallow of wine, winced as a sharp pain flared in her stomach.

From the corner of her eyes, she saw Jarrod's shirt carelessly undone by the barmaids whose hands were roaming his chest.

His features were alight with pleasure, signaling his contentment.