“Then how did you know he worked Late?” Nicole demanded.
“I’ve been tracking you for days. I know about his Late nights, and I’m aware of your Valentine’s Day date. I’ve even taken numerous photos and videos, which I’ve shown to Jarrod,” Alec revealed everything, silently anticipating how Jarrod would handle her.
Nicole was focused solely on locating Roscoe. How could he just vanish like that?
Alec claimed he hadn’t captured Roscoe, but Nicole suspected Alec knew more. Otherwise, Alec wouldn’t have tricked her like this, and his expressions and tone suggested he knew something.
Losing patience, Nicole demanded, “So where did Roscoe go after you followed him last night?”
“He was taken away in a black MPV,” Alec answered.
“Who?” Nicole narrowed her eyes and pressed, “Who took him away?”
Alec’s mood soured. “Do I look like your detective? Why should it matter to me who took him? I have no reason to follow him.”
Alec scoffed. “I wish he was dead.”
In Alec’s mind, Roscoe’s constant battles with Jarrod were unforgivable. He wouldn’t even blink if Roscoe died.
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“Who are you trying to intimidate with this tiny fork?” Alec brushed Nicole’s hand aside disdainfully. “I don’t believe you have the guts to stab me.”
As Nicole released her grip, the small fork clattered to the floor.
Nicole couldn’t imagine anyone but Jarrod having a reason to abduct Roscoe.
“Move, you’re in my way,” Alec muttered, wiping his neck. “Don’t worry. I won’t lay a finger on you unless Mr. Schultz says so.”
Nicole unlocked the restroom, and the two women dashed out, screaming.
Leaning heavily against the wall, Nicole felt a wave of nausea. With a harsh cough, she expelled the alcohol she’d just downed. She sank down, feeling utterly spent.
Just then, Alec’s phone buzzed to life. He took the call, answering with a few curt “yes” nods, and then ended the call.
Approaching Nicole, whose face was washed out with fatigue, Alec said icily, “Miss Lawrence, Mr. Schultz wants a word with you.”
Nicole’s gaze was unfocused, indifferent to his statement.
Alec went on, “He’s aware you’re worried about Roscoe and has offered to take you to him.”
Nicole jerked upright suddenly, a stabbing pain surging through her stomach as though a knife had twisted inside her, her body convulsing with the intensity of the pain.
Alec laughed lightly. “No need to hurry. You’ll be reunited with him soon enough.”
Nicole followed Alec to a stately private club, its facade exuding grandeur.
Inside, Jarrod was the picture of composure, leisurely drinking tea.