Chapter 1311

Chapter 1311:

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Jemma had a mysterious aura, weathered by time, like someone who carries a deep-rooted history.

“I understand, Jemma,” Nicole replied. She was indifferent to Jemma's implications. Her attention was focused solely on planning her next move.

When Nicole turned to leave, blood stains were seen on her back.

Jemma stopped in her tracks and asked, “What happened?”

Nicole saw the reflection of the blood stains in a mirror behind her.

They were not serious, probably because Deniz had pushed her against the table. She was not bothered by the situation and replied indifferently: “It’s nothing.”

“Don't come to work for the next few days,” Jemma ordered.

Hearing this, Nicole's anxiety skyrocketed. "It's okay, Jemma. This injury isn't serious. I can continue working as usual."

Nicole's concern stemmed from the fear that Vicki would find out about her layoff and use it as an excuse to hurt Austin, thus threatening her even more. In addition, the Kingbel Club, part of the Hampton family enterprises, piqued her interest.

She saw an opportunity to uncover any illicit activity that could help stop the downfall of the Hampton family. Plus, she was intrigued by Melissa's true identity and eager to dig deeper.

“What are you thinking? “I’m not showing concern for you.” Jemma raised her eyebrows and clarified, “I meant that your service was poor. You should spend a few days on a course to improve.”

“Course?” Nicole was puzzled.

Jemma explained: “We offer special training here for newcomers in a variety of skills, including wine service and communication. Come and see me tomorrow to start your lessons. Don't assume it will be easy. If you don’t perform well and make mistakes, I’ll double your fine!”

Nicole's tension eased. She realized that Jemma was steering her towards training rather than taking time off. She was okay with this arrangement as it meant she could stay at the club for her next step.

Nicole expressed her willingness: “Okay, Jemma. “I’ll start training tomorrow.”

Seeing no reason to blame Nicole any further, Jemma left.

Nicole retreated to the staff restrooms, relieved to find individual rooms that spared her the awkwardness of idle chatter.

His body was sore from the several crashes he had suffered moments ago. With no more work to do today, he decides to lie down briefly before returning.

However, her rest was short-lived as a knock on the door interrupted her.

Nicole quickly stood up and said, "Go ahead."

The door opened and the small, delicate girl from the room appeared. Her innocent appearance belied her expertise, as Nicole recalled the skill with which she had poured the wine, her graceful, seductive movements contrasting with her demure appearance. It was clear that she had experience in the club.

The girl offered her a tube of ointment and said, “Miss, this ointment is good for bruises. Please feel free to use it.”

Nicole was hesitant to agree, wary of using unfamiliar products. Politely declining, she replied, “Thanks, but I’ll manage. It’s not that bad.”

Understanding Nicole's wariness, the girl reassured her: “Don't worry. Jemma gave me this earlier. It's for our wounds. It really helps.”

With this assurance, Nicole reluctantly accepted the ointment, careful not to scorn the kindness offered.

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