Chapter 1397

Chapter 1397:

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After what seemed like an eternity, the unmistakable sound of breaking glass pierced the air.

Jemma wasted no time in making the call. The phone rang insistently, raising fears that Jarrod might not pick up.

Jemma had called Jarrod's personal number. While securing it hadn't been difficult for Jemma, there was always the possibility that Jarrod was away from his phone or dismissed calls from unknown numbers.

Most likely he didn't recognize his number.

As the phone continued to ring, Jemma's patience wore thin and she considered driving herself.

Finally, the line was connected.

“Hello, who is it?” The voice on the other end was deep and resonant.

A wave of relief washed over Jemma. It wasn't the pesky Alec on the line. It was Jarrod himself. Thank goodness.

“Mr. Schultz, I’m Jemma Acosta from the Kingbel Club,” Jemma introduced herself.

Jarrod replied in a languid, clearly relaxed tone: “Yes?”

"I'm sorry to bother you at this hour, Mr. Schultz. Here's the situation..."

Jemma hesitated before continuing, “This afternoon, Miss Doreen Schultz and Miss Vicki

Hampton visited the club. They were on camera, it seemed to have had quite a few drinks and things got pretty rowdy. I thought it best to call you to see how things were going.

Jarrod's response was dismissive, his voice deep and unruffled.

"They're just having fun. Let them."

“But…” Jemma paused again, unsure of how to continue.

Impatiently, Jarrod urged, “If there is anything else, say it now.”

"They had asked Nicole to serve them. It's been a long time and she still hasn't come out," Jemma added.

There was a pause on the other end of the line. Jemma couldn't gauge Jarrod's thoughts, the silence was total.

"Normally I wouldn't worry, but with the inspections of the last few days, I'm worried. What if Miss Schultz gets too carried away and the inspectors show up? Couldn't that lead to trouble?"

Still, there was no answer, not even the sound of breathing. For a moment, Jemma wondered if Jarrod had hung up. She ventured cautiously, “Mr. Schultz, should we…?”

But the line went dead.

Jemma stood there, bewildered. What did this mean? Was Jarrod on his way? She considered calling again, but remembered Nicole's strict instructions that she only called once, regardless of the outcome.

Resisting the urge to call again, Jemma's anxiety grew. She decided to wait at the entrance of the club.

Time was ticking and just as Jemma was about to give herself a twenty minute ultimatum to intervene, a black limousine drove towards her, arriving in just ten minutes.

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