"Darcy, that jerk almost groped you!" Cindy fumed, stomping over to kick the man on the floor. "The deal was conversation only, no touching! Did you think I was joking?!" Darcy felt both humiliated and furious. She had spotted Jethro the moment he entered and wanted to greet him, but the two men had cornered her. Before coming, Cindy had said they'd just hire some guys for company and conversation—nothing else. That's why Darcy had agreed. For half an hour, they'd seemed well-behaved, so she'd let her guard down. Then, the guy now on the floor started grilling her—what did she do, where did she work, what was her salary? Darcy frowned, not wanting to answer. But he kept pressing. Just as Darcy was about to tell them to leave coldly, it happened. Hearing he might be kicked out, the guy on the floor panicked. The club's rules were clear—getting ejected by a client meant no pay for the night, plus a docked bonus. He immediately started cursing. "Damn bitch! Coming here to play the prude, you— Ah!" Jethro didn't let him finish. His foot came down on the guy's wrist, grinding down. A scream like a stuck pig filled the room. The other two were terrified, scrambling to call the floor manager. Five minutes later, the manager, flanked by two bulky bouncers, kicked the door open. "Rocco, this guy's causing trouble!" The manager, Rocco Rook, sized up Jethro with a cocky smirk. "Hey, buddy, here to mess things up? Not bad looking. Wanna stay and work here? With your face and build, you could be a top earner. Could pull in ten grand a night easy!" His words were met with snickers from his men. Cindy's face flushed with anger. "Ten grand a night? Who the hell do you think you're insulting?!" "Hey, that's good money! If your man here is willing to entertain some rich ladies, he could make over a hundred grand a month!" Cindy was practically sputtering with rage. She raised a hand to slap him, but Jethro stopped her. "No need to dirty your hands." With that, he took out his phone. "Hello, Mr. Yale. I'm in room 308. Could you come down, please?" After hanging up, Jethro gave them a cold look. He took off his suit jacket and draped it over Darcy's shoulders. Darcy looked down, horrified to see that the side zipper of her dress was halfway undone. Definitely that creep's doing. Her face burned. She instinctively moved behind Jethro. Soon, Vince Yale, the owner, arrived. One look at the room and his mind went blank.You idiots! Picking a fight with him?! Rocco, still clueless, saw his boss like a lifeline. "Vince! This punk is wrecking the place!" Vince felt a vein throb at his temple. He turned and slapped Rocco across the face. "You moron! Don't you recognize Mr. Blackwood? Are you blind?!" Rocco, head still turned from the slap, froze. Mr. Blackwood? In all of Aethelburg, which Blackwood family could make his cousin act like this? Only one... His eyes widened in terror. He immediately bowed. "Mr. Blackwood! I didn't recognize you! Please, have mercy!" Jethro didn't respond. He glanced at Darcy behind him. Rocco instantly scrambled to Darcy. "Ms. Gale! My mistake! You're so kind-hearted, please forgive me! Don't worry, I'll deal with those three personally!" He shot a venomous look at the three gigolos. "Get over here and apologize to Ms. Gale!"The three, now realizing they'd offended someone far above their station, trembled and bowed immediately. Darcy had never seen anything like this. She sighed helplessly and said to let it go. Vince seized the chance. "Tonight's on the house! And for the ladies, a month-long VIP pass. Anytime you come this month, it's all—" He didn't get to finish. Jethro shot him a look. Not furious, but with an oppressive aura. A clear warning. Vince smacked his own forehead. Ah, of course. Mr. Blackwood has feelings for her. He changed his tune with an awkward laugh. "Just kidding! This place is boring, not suitable for ladies like you. I own a music bar downtown, with a much nicer atmosphere. Go there anytime this month, mention my name. VIP treatment." Darcy didn't commit. Her mood was a mess tonight, and she wasn't in the mood for bars anytime soon. She just wanted to go home. Jethro sensed it. "Let's go." Cindy followed, apologizing profusely. "Darcy, I'm so sorry! It's my fault. I just wanted to cheer you up, didn't think about the risks." How could Darcy blame her? "It's not your fault. You meant well." A cool evening breeze greeted them outside. Darcy took off the jacket and handed it back to Jethro.