Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 340

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Luis was speechless at that statement. He hadn't anticipated Mitchel's willingness to embrace Raegan and another man's child. It really exceeded their expectations.

Clinking his glass against Mitchel's, Luis advised, "Don't mention this idea to Raegan."

Mitchel raised an eyebrow, bewildered. "Why not?"

"Idiot!" Luis laughed, scolding: "Put yourself in his place. Do you think Raegan will be delighted if she finds out you're planning to take her son away from her?

Luis wanted to add that Mitchel's intentions were quite obvious, given the expression on his face.

Luis raised an eyebrow. Apparently Raegan's son must have been exceptionally adorable. He decided to meet Janey when he had the chance.

Halfway through his drunkenness, Jarrod's phone rang abruptly.

Uncertainty filled the room as Jarrod's face darkened as he spoke on the phone.

After finishing the call, Jarrod stood up abruptly and walked out.

Luis looked at Jarrod's retreating figure and let out a heavy sigh.

Since Nicole's passing, Jarrod seemed trapped in perpetual torment.

Luis had tried to persuade him in vain.

Over time, Mitchel fell into a similar abyss.

Watching his two closest friends grapple with deep melancholy, Luis couldn't help but feel helpless.

Fortunately, Mitchel had found the strength to lift his spirits, boosted by his mother's presence. Finally, a ray of hope appeared on the horizon.

The only way to assuage Jarrod's guilt was to care for Nicole's mother during her last moments.

Meanwhile, banging noises could be heard in the area. Jarrod arrived at the club. He began to kick open the doors, one by one.

At first, the revelers inside were startled by his aggressive entry, but their astonishment soon gave way to furious cursing.

Jarrod paid no attention to the verbal barrage and continued his search, moving into the next room.

Watching Jarrod's violent outburst, club manager Jemma Acosta became frightened. He ran over, lit a cigarette, and tried to calm Jarrod down.

"Mr. Schultz, what brings you here today? Jemma asked.

Jarrod's handsome features darkened as he looked at Jemma.

With a half-lit cigarette dangling from his lips, Jarrod asked coldly, "Where can I find Melissa?"

Hearing his question, beads of cold sweat formed on Jemma's forehead. Damn! How could this scheming woman secretly inform Jarrod?

“Melissa, she is…” Jemma began, stuttering.

After a moment of hesitation, Jemma continued, “Melissa asked for leave for tonight. "She mentioned attending a friend's birthday party."

“A birthday party?” Jarrod asked, his tone devoid of emotion.

Jemma replied resolutely: "Yes, he's most likely at the birthday party right now."

Behind Jarrod, the waiters were busy distributing drinks to the different rooms, trying to calm other customers. This sight infuriated Jemma.

Jemma cursed silently. What an intriguing woman Melissa was! Melissa had only been asked to keep Korbin company. How dare he inform Jarrod?

Although she dared not provoke Jarrod, known for his cruelty, Jemma vowed to teach Melissa a lesson. He had no intention of showing mercy to her.

Jarrod scoffed, “Are you completely sure?”

«Yes, Mr. Schultz! It is undeniable that she. she said but was cut off.

Before he could finish his sentence, Jemma's fake smile turned into pure terror.

«Ah! For!" Jemma shouted in panic. The next moment, he saw Jarrod enter a chamber with an expression as cold as ice.

Without saying a word, Jarrod grabbed an ashtray from the table and mercilessly smashed it against the head of a large man.

A loud crash filled the room.

The head of that burly man was covered in blood. Their cries of agony echoed through the room.

Jarrod took a careless drag on his cigarette, which cast an eerie, demonic shadow across his face in the dim light. Arching an eyebrow, he asked malevolently, “Are you absolutely sure Melissa is at a birthday party?”

Jemma's heart skipped a beat and she said quickly, “No, no! It's my fault! Melissa is in Room Eight. It's right there. My God, Mr. Schultz! I beg you to forgive me."

Jemma was in a state of panic. She screamed and begged, with tears streaming down her face, “Please show me some leniency. I promise not to do it again, please!

In response, Jarrod paid no attention to Jemma and walked away.

Something was happening in Room Eight.

An overweight old man was trying to take advantage of a young woman. Before he could make any progress, a loud commotion at the door interrupted his vile intentions.

The next thing he knew, he had been forcibly removed from the room.

On the sofa, the young woman trembled like a frightened bird. When she saw Jarrod, a spark of hope ignited inside her. "Jarrod, thank God you're finally here!" he exclaimed.

“Yeah, sorry for the delay,” Jarrod replied.

Watching Melissa's face with deep affection, Jarrod treated her with a tenderness that resembled his interactions with Nicole.

Consequently, Melissa's eyes filled with tears.

Suddenly, Jarrod's hand was suspended in the air and the atmosphere changed abruptly.

Perplexed, Melissa experienced a sharp pain in her chin.

Jarrod fixed Melissa with a cold stare and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Save your tears."

Melissa's tears did not mirror Nicole's when she cried.

Melissa's chin throbbed in Jarrod's tight grip as if she were about to be crushed.

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