Chapter 782

Chapter 782:

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His previously unkempt beard was now cleanly shaven, giving him a leaner, more chiseled appearance.

Adorned with gold-rimmed glasses and flipping through financial reports, Jarrod exuded an air of sophistication. Noticing Nicole, he offered her a soft smile. «Have you arrived?

Nicole didn't have time for pleasantries. “Jarrod, where is he?”

"Have you eaten?" Jarrod posed a question that seemed out of place.

Nicole stood with her mouth open, amazed by his indifference. His eyes were filled with despair. «Jarrod, answer me. Where's Roscoe?

Jarrod looked at Alec and asked, "Have you eaten?"

Alec shook his head, recounting how Nicole had consumed a considerable amount of liquor and vomited it all up.

Jarrod put aside his financial reports and ordered, "Bring him porridge."

Alec left to carry out the order.

Nicole, unable to mirror Jarrod's calmness, asked him, “Jarrod, what do you mean by all this?

this?" Jarrod had promised him that he would see Roscoe, but there he was, waiting. And why was he making porridge? What was happening?

As Jarrod remained mute, Nicole's patience was exhausted. «The plans that took you to prison were my work. If you seek revenge, direct it toward me. Leave those who are not guilty aside. You should know that there is nothing between Roscoe and me.

Nicole was desperate to make clear the nature of her relationship with Roscoe. She was aware that her current situation could cause problems for anyone associated with her. He was well aware of Jarrod's tendency toward spite and revenge.

As Jarrod sat in silence, Nicole's discomfort grew. He hastened to add: «The Valentine's Day thing was a mix-up. It wasn't a date..."

His voice broke in a fit of coughing.

When Nicole finally caught her breath, Jarrod chose that moment to speak, his tone relaxed. «You are quite a charlatan, right? Are you starting to be afraid?

Jarrod spoke slowly, his presence always a little intimidating.

Nicole faced Jarrod firmly, pursing her lips. «Jarrod, I was behind the evidence presented by Roscoe. Now that you have returned, if you have any complaints, let them come to me.

Just then, a waiter knocked on the door and came in with a bowl of porridge and some sweet accompaniments.

Jarrod's face showed no emotion as he said, "Sit down and eat."

Nicole thought Jarrod had lost his mind during her absence. Did he really expect her to sit down to eat? And with Roscoe gone, how could he think about eating?

Concern was clear in Nicole's eyes as she replied coldly, "Jarrod, I have to see Roscoe."

Before, Nicole would never have brought up Roscoe in front of Jarrod, fearing his volatile reactions.

This time, however, Jarrod was surprisingly calm, maintaining his composure as he gently suggested, “Eat first and then we'll talk. Don't you realize that you have a sensitive stomach?

This only increased Nicole's anxiety. He gritted his teeth and his frustration grew. «I don't want to eat. I'm not hungry. “You promised I could see Roscoe if I came here.”

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