Finally, under alcohol's sway, Nicole approached Jarrod with a full glass in hand.

"Mr. Schultz, Nicky wishes you..."

Her words slurred as she attempted the toast. She tilted her head back, emptying her glass, indifferent to Jarrod's stern countenance.

Jarrod's expression turned stormy, having lost sight of the fact that he was the instigator of this debacle.

He regarded her as a shameless woman, entertaining these men in such attire, acting no better than a whore. He was livid.

A palpable tension quickly enveloped the chamber.

Yet, Nicole remained oblivious, her spirits high as she jovially indulged in drinks with Deniz, Korbin, and the rest.

Her flirtations came effortlessly, her alluring gaze enhancing her charm far beyond those barmaids.

Eventually, Deniz lost his self-control. He was prepared to risk everything for Nicole's whims.

Overcome with desire, Deniz pulled Nicole over and pressed her against the sofa.

The other drunk men, fueled by jealousy and alcohol, clumsily approached.

“I want her, too.

“Deniz! Sharing is only fair, don't you think.

Their lecherous smiles broke into a predatory leap toward Nicole.

Bang! A bottle hurled at Deniz's head interrupted the chaos.

In a split second, a trickle began from his scalp.

Deniz's blood soon splattered onto Nicole's face, turning her stomach.

With nothing ingested earlier, Nicole's retching brought up only the vile taste of blood.

Deniz's head was a gory mess, his blood mingling indistinguishably with hers.

Clutching his head, Deniz cursed furiously, "Who hit me? Who's the bastard?"