Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Nicole calmed herself and asked politely, “How should I address you?”
Noting Nicole’s respectful tone, Jemma softened slightly and said, “Just call me Jemma.”
“Jemma, I understand you want me to help you make money, but this dress will just make me look cheap and won’t attract earnings. If I wear something that suits me better, I promise it’ll be more profitable for you.”
Nicole understood these people were all about money, so being pitiful wouldn’t help. Maybe if she discussed the upsides and downsides with Jemma, she could convince Jemma.
Nicole persisted, refusing to give up even in a tough situation. She was determined to find a way out.
Jemma frowned and studied Nicole. While Nicole was definitely attractive, she wasn’t flashy. This dress, however, would cheapen Nicole’s natural elegance.
After a moment, Jemma decided and said, “Choose something yourself. The clothes are over there.”
Nicole searched through the options but found little that appealed to her. Eventually, she settled on a shirt and a short skirt that resembled a s@xy uniform. Though it was tempting, thankfully, it wasn’t too revealing.
Jemma examined Nicole closely and said, “You’re not the youngest, but you have potential.”
The outfit was undeniably alluring to Nicole.
Even Jemma, who was accustomed to seeing many women, thought Nicole looked both attractive and elegant. Despite her clients’ usual preference for younger women, Nicole’s distinctive charm and pleasant demeanor made her stand out.
Jemma noted Nicole’s soft, inviting eyes. She was confident Nicole would be well-liked by the clients and generate significant earnings.
Seeing Jemma appear approachable, Nicole cautiously asked, “Jemma, I’m just a barmaid here, right?”
Jemma noticed her anxious expression and reassured her with a smile, “Yes, right here, we only chat with clients, have drinks, and keep them entertained.”
“Okay, I understand.” Nicole was a sharp woman. She knew when to speak and when to hold her tongue.
Talking to Jemma over some topics was pointless. They were strangers, and she wouldn’t get any help from Jemma. She had to depend on herself.
Jemma then suggested, “You need a stage name. One of our own, Cherry, just left. How about you take that name?”
“Okay, Jemma.” Nicole agreed. She didn’t mind the name. She understood that in this setting, her choices were limited.
Jemma looked at Nicole with a hint of pity. The boss had assigned Nicole to entertain an old pervert tonight. Nicole looked fragile and might struggle with such a client.
“Just behave yourself, and you’ll be fine.” Jemma added, “And remember, don’t upset the clients. If you do, I can’t help you.
“I understand, Jemma,” Nicole responded.
Seeing that Nicole got her point, Jemma didn’t say anything else. She motioned to Nicole. “Come with me.”
A chamber’s door was slightly open in a corner, and a woman groaning could be heard from inside.
“Melissa, that little bitch troublemaker,” Jemma cursed under her breath as she shut the door.
As soon as the door shut, Nicole glanced up and spotted a woman lying on top of a man. Nicole only saw half of the woman’s face, but she felt a strong sense of familiarity. It seemed like they had crossed paths before. Just a moment ago, Jemma called the woman Melissa.
Nicole mentally noted the name, but before she could ponder it further, Jemma hurried her along.
Nicole had no choice but to follow Jemma.
Jemma led Nicole to a door and instructed, “Go inside. It’s your first night here. All you need to do is keep this guest company.”
Nicole suspected this was the person Vicki had mentioned. Yet, she felt Vicki might have set her up.
Despite being prepared, Nicole still felt anxious.
Seeing her uneasy expression, Jemma reassured her, “You’ll be okay if you’re smart enough.”
Nicole nodded. “Thank you, Jemma.”
Jemma opened the door, ushered Nicole inside, and shut it behind her.
The chamber reeked of cigarette smoke, and an old man with a large belly was sitting with his legs crossed on the table, presenting a rather unseemly sight.
Flanked by two women, the old man seemed quite enjoying himself with the drink they served him. However, the manner in which they served the drinks was quite inappropriate.
Clouds of smoke blurred Nicole’s sight, and she hadn’t made out the old man yet.
Upon spotting Nicole, the old man clicked his tongue. He dismissively shoved aside the drink that the woman beside him tried to give him and said with a smile, “Hey, it’s been a while.”
Nicole immediately recognized the voice. She stared at his face and sharply drew in a breath. It was Deniz, the one who had previously s@xually assaulted her. Vicki had orchestrated this encounter, ensuring he was the one she would meet.
Nicole’s heart skipped a beat. Deniz had a deep-seated hatred toward her since he had paid dearly for his previously failed attempt to r@pe her. It appeared Vicki had delved into her past and employed clever methods to demean her.
“Why are you standing there? Come on over here,” Deniz called out to Nicole.
Nicole moved closer. Her name tag displayed her new name. “Cherry.”
Spotting it, Deniz sneered, “Oh, so they call you Cherry now? It’s a fitting name.”
Truly, Nicole’s captivating lips mirrored the red, enchanting hue of cherries.
Deniz had been wanting to get laid with Nicole for quite some time.
The tough lesson Jarrod had inflicted on him never outweighed his obsession with her. He didn’t expect the surprise Vicki had for him to be Nicole. What a delightful surprise!
Deniz reclined and gestured toward the round breast of the woman close by, saying, “See, this is how others serve me drinks. You should do the same.”
Nicole stifled her disgust and firmly declined. “Deniz, I’ll sit with you while you drink, but I’m not going to serve you like that.”
“Splash!” In a flash of anger, Deniz snatched up a glass and hurled it at Nicole. Nicole dodged quickly, but she couldn’t avoid it entirely and ended up soaked in champagne.
Deniz scolded her furiously, “Who do you think you are? Trying to negotiate with me? Can’t you see your own position? You should be on your knees and serve me!”
He kicked the two women beside him with his foot and commanded, “Kneel Like them. Got it?”
“I don’t understand,” Nicole responded calmly as she wiped the champagne off her face.
“Thud!” Deniz kicked Nicole in a huff, sending her tumbling to the ground. “If I hadn’t found you in that remote place, you might have lived a fairy tale. Dream on, you bitch!”
A metallic taste filled Nicole’s mouth, and as she heard his words, a lethal glint flashed in her eyes while she glared at him. “It was you!” She nearly ground her teeth to dust.
Nicole realized it then. In that remote area with spotty communication, how could Jarrod have possibly located her and Roscoe, much less known to start searching within the country from the outset?
It turned out to be Deniz who found them and told Jarrod.
Deniz boasted, “This is thanks to you. If it hadn’t been for our incident back then, would I have ever ended up exiled to that small place?” He chuckled slyly.
“And just by chance, I spotted you with that man, killing two birds with one stone. I never imagined he would turn out to be the young master the Watts family had been searching for.”
Deniz chuckled viciously. He had gained benefits from the Watts family. It seemed all the hardships he had endured in recent months had not been for nothing.
Nicole clenched her fists. Her hatred for the despicable Deniz burned fiercely within her. She was determined to make this bastard pay!
With a deep breath to steady herself, Nicole said indifferently, “Deniz, you’re aware that Miss Hampton arranged for my presence here.”
Indeed, Deniz knew. The idea had slipped casually from his lips, and he had never expected Vicki to actually follow through and arrange for Nicole to be here. It was like a dream come true for him.
Vicki’s arrangements couldn’t have pleased him more.
“That’s right. She sent you here so I can humiliate you.” Deniz grabbed Nicole’s chin and violently shoved her back against the table, snarling, “Damn, don’t you know how to act like a damn barmaid? Must I teach you myself?”
The two barmaids nearby were frightened and began to scream.
Infuriated, Deniz snapped, “Get the hell out of here!”
The two barmaids scrambled out quickly and shut the door behind them.
Once outside, they relayed the situation to Jemma.
Upon hearing their account, Jemma slowly pulled a cigarette from her case, and one of the nearby barmaids quickly lit it for her.
Jemma took a deep drag of her cigarette and stated, “If she can’t even handle this little issue, then she’s of no use and deserves to be bullied.”
The two barmaids remained silent and didn’t dare to say more.
Jemma was known for her strict principles. As long as her people followed her commands obediently, she would intervene and protect them in times of danger.
But Jemma didn’t extend her help to those who defied her. Instead, she made sure they learned their lesson the hard way. Take Melissa’s story for instance.
Jemma had warned Melissa against stirring trouble and flirting with the wrong men. But Melissa wouldn’t listen and set her sights on Jarrod. Her actions backfired greatly. Not only did Jarrod reject her advances, but her antics also ended up costing the club dearly.
Jemma made Melissa shoulder the full burden, and Melissa had been grappling with a hefty debt of several hundred thousand dollars to Jemma ever since.
While hooking a wealthy sugar daddy could potentially erase Melissa’s financial woes, the fierce competition among a sea of beauties made this an uphill battle.
Moreover, given Melissa’s surgically enhanced features, she might not even catch the eye of these affluent men.