Another bang followed.

Deniz was struck once more.

His cries soon filled the room.

The other two men collapsed, their yells for security filling the air.

“Security... Where are the guards? Where are they..."

Jarrod, cleaning his hands of the wine stains, rose with a bottle of red wine in hand and roared at them, “Fuck off!"

Confused, those men couldn't comprehend Jarrod's rage.

However, deciphering his anger was less important than escaping. They supported each other, stumbling out.

Those barmaids scattered as well.

Then, Jarrod advanced toward Nicole.

Nicole reclined on the sofa, her sneer unwavering at the sight of Jarrod.

Splash! Jarrod doused Nicole with the red wine, erasing the blood that wasn't hers.

With a firm grip, he seized her chin.

Jarrod's teeth clenched as he growled, “Have you come to your senses yet?"

"Ahem..." Being choked by the red wine, Nicole found herself speechless, her response coming only as a fit of coughs.

"Nicky?"

The pressure of Jarrod's hand increased, seemingly intent on crushing her jaw.

“Nicole, you truly are remarkable, aren't you? How can you be so utterly shameless?"

“Isn't this exactly what you desire, Mr. Schultz?"

Upon his return, Jarrod had sought every way to degrade her.