Nicole felt baffled by Jarrod's current fury.

Simultaneously, a searing pain gnawed at her stomach, contorting her face in agony.

Clutching her stomach, battling both intoxication and pain, Nicole managed to say, "No recognition for such an obedient person Like me?

You're quite mean, Mr. Schultz."

"Shut up!"

Jarrod's hands showcased prominent blue veins. He stripped off his suit jacket and draped it over Nicole.

Witnessing this, Nicole sneered, "Ah, Mr. Schultz, do you also want to fuck me?"

Her hand lifted to tally, though her mind swam in a haze.

"You'll need to join the queue then. Deniz, Korbin, and... There are five before you."

At that moment, Jarrod boiled over with rage.

He yelled in frustration, "That's enough, Nicole!"

Nicole slurred, "If that's your wish, you'll need to pay, Mr. Schultz!

They've all given me money. Your turn now!"

Jarrod's rage erupted like a volcano, seething to his very crown.

A cold mask replaced his typically attractive visage.

"You crave it that much? Very well, I shall oblige!"

With that, Jarrod flung the jacket off with the ferocity of a wild animal.

Rage blinded him. There was no trace of mercy in his gaze. His only thought was to make Nicole suffer.

The wrath consumed Jarrod, overshadowing his genuine emotions.

Again, he was impressed and swayed by such a lowly woman like her.