Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Just then, Jemma’s voice pierced the air from outside the door.

“Mr.

Miller, have you had enough fun?”

Nicole’s heart pounded wildly.

It seemed Jemma had positioned outside the chamber for a while just to catch Deniz when he walked out.

Nicole was uncertain whether Jemma worked for Vicki.

Something in Jemma’s demeanor felt off, elusive like a shadow at dusk.

She observed that Jemma portrayed two distinct personas.

The one visible to the world was merely a mask.

It was difficult to determine if the concealed side harbored good intentions.

Fortunately, Deniz navigated the situation with finesse.

His voice was steady and calm as he addressed the issue, “These girls you’ve introduced are inadequate.

They lack the basic skills in hospitality! Jemma, it’s essential that you train them more effectively.

”

Jemma replied with a smile, her tone light yet laced with an undertone of seriousness, “I hear your discontent, Mr.

Miller.

Tonight, dinner is on me.

I admit my failure in their training.

Please, your anger would only sadden me deeply.

”

Jemma endeavored to mollify Deniz.

Deniz found solace in her assurances.

Though it seemed Jemma was disadvantaged, she was actually quite shrewd.

ALL the business here turned a neat profit.

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

In reality, they sacrificed nothing.

The money one wealthy patron spent was cleverly used to satisfy another.

This strategy was marketing genius.

A smile spread across Deniz’s plump cheeks as he praised her, “Jemma, your efficiency keeps our operations smooth.

Without your efforts, Kingbel Club wouldn’t enjoy its current success.

”

In a humble tone, Jemma responded, “You give me too much credit, Mr.

Miller.

I’m merely a small part of this vast enterprise.

”

Her voice brimmed with gratitude as Jemma added, “Without Kingbel Club, I wouldn’t have the

comfortable life I cherish today…”

As Jemma’s voice faded into a whisper, Nicole caressed her chest, feeling the steady beat of her heart as it calmed.

Having lost Austin’s custody, Nicole understood that without power, everything was at risk.

The only way to secure a normal, safe existence for her child was to dismantle the power of these influential figures.

She was determined not to give up, no matter the circumstances.

Now, her sole purpose was to see these arrogant tyrants toppled from their pedestals.

Before Nicole could rise, the door to the chamber swung open.

Jemma entered the room.

She glanced at Nicole and noticed her torn clothes but showed no reaction.

“You can’t expect me to pay for today’s expenses.

They’re on you,”

Jemma declared.

Her voice carried a sharp, slightly sarcastic edge.

Nicole got to her feet and responded compliantly, “That’s fine, Jemma.

”

Observing her compliance, Jemma felt a wave of relief and couldn’t help but sneer, “The key to handling matters is knowing your limits.

Venturing beyond them is not only self-destructive but also ridiculous and harmful to others.

”

It felt both like a caution and a reminder.

Nicole turned her gaze toward Jemma.

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

If Jemma truly sided with Vicki, then this was a veiled threat.

However, Nicole sensed that Jemma wasn’t one to simply follow orders.