"Indeed, let's have fun together."

Never before had Nicole endured such public disgrace.

Previously, Jarrod's torment had been private, but now he had pushed her into the open, subjecting her to the crowd's derision.

Despite her inner turmoil, Nicole maintained a facade of cheerfulness.

Nicole knew Jarrod's only desire was to witness her utter humiliation, to satiate his own sense of satisfaction.

Complying with his wishes would only tighten his grip on her and hasten the downfall of the Lawrence family.

Nicole was acutely aware that she could not afford to gratify Jarrod.

In times of despair, it was common for people to endure beyond their perceived Limits.

And Nicole was no exception.

At this moment, her outfit was quite revealing, giving her a vulnerable appearance, yet her resolute dignity stayed intact.

Even in the lowly role of a whore drinking with these disgusting men, Nicole commanded attention, reigning supreme over the establishment.

Surveying the greedy faces in front of her, Nicole raised her glass with a smile and assured, “Don't be concerned, gentlemen. Nicky will be here to keep you company tonight."

With each word, she downed glass after glass, using the liquor to ward off the lecherous advances.

Yet, she couldn't fend off everyone. A series of uneven bruises marred her skin.

Some left harsh pinches, branding her with red, swollen imprints.

Nicole, however, uttered no complaints. She had faced far crueler treatment at Jarrod's hands.

By comparison, these men were almost kind.

Nicole's slightly drunk state only added to her allure in the eyes of the onlookers.

She cast an involuntary glance at Jarrod, then quickly diverted her gaze.

With renewed resolve, she topped up her glass and went around, bottle in hand, toasting each man.