Chapter 1310

Chapter 1310:

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Just then, Jemma's voice pierced the air from the other side of the door. “Mr. Miller, have you had enough fun yet?”

Nicole's heart was racing. It looked like Jemma had positioned herself off-camera for a while just to catch Deniz on her way out.

Nicole wasn't sure if Jemma was working for Vicki. There was something about Jemma's behavior that struck her as odd, elusive as a shadow at dusk.

I have noticed that Jemma had two distinct personalities. The one visible to the world was nothing more than a mask. It was difficult to determine whether the hidden side harbored good intentions.

Fortunately, Deniz handled the situation delicately. Her voice was firm and calm as she addressed the issue, “These girls you have introduced are unsuitable. They lack basic hospitality skills. “Jemma, it is essential that you train them more effectively.”

Jemma responded with a smile, her tone light but with a hint of seriousness, “I hear your discontent, Mr. Miller. Dinner is on me tonight. I admit my failure in your training. Please, your anger would only make me deeply sad.”

Jemma tried hard to appease Deniz.

Deniz found comfort in his assurances.

Although it seemed like Jemma was at a disadvantage, she was actually quite shrewd. Every business deal brought her profits.

She skillfully offered clients small favors with each transaction, a tactic that ensured the longevity and prosperity of the business.

In reality, they weren't sacrificing anything. The money spent by one wealthy customer was cleverly used to satisfy another. This strategy was a stroke of marketing genius.

A smile spread across Deniz’s chubby cheeks as she praised her, “Jemma, your efficiency keeps our operations running smoothly. Without your efforts, the Kingbel Club would not enjoy its current success.”

In a humble tone, Jemma replied, “You give me too much credit, Mr. Miller. “I am but a small part of this vast enterprise.”

Her voice was filled with gratitude as Jemma added, “Without the Kingbel Club, I wouldn't have the comfortable life I cherish today…”

As Jemma's voice faded to a whisper, Nicole stroked her chest, feeling the steady beat of her heart as it calmed.

After losing custody of Austin, Nicole realized that without power, everything was in jeopardy. The only way to ensure a normal and safe existence for her son was to dismantle the power of these influential figures.

She was determined not to give up, no matter the circumstances. Now, her only goal was to see those arrogant tyrants toppled from their pedestals.

Before Nicole could get up, the chamber door slammed open.

Jemma entered the room. She looked at Nicole and noticed her torn clothes, but she didn't react.

"Don't expect me to pay for today's expenses. You pay for them," Jemma declared.

Jemma declared, her voice high-pitched and slightly sarcastic.

Nicole stood up and replied obligingly, “Okay, Jemma.”

Watching his obedience, Jemma felt a surge of relief and couldn't help but sneer, "The key to handling affairs is knowing your boundaries. Venturing beyond them is not only self-destructive, but also ridiculous and damaging to others."

It felt like both a warning and a reminder. Nicole turned her gaze to Jemma.

Jemma's gaze was intense and inscrutable, making it difficult to discern her thoughts.

If Jemma was really on Vicki's side, then this was a veiled threat.

However, Nicole sensed that Jemma was not one to simply follow orders.

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