Roscoe had joked with Nicole, declaring he would be her little puppy for life.

With tears welling up, Nicole understood that love was never a balanced transaction.

One often gave more than the other, yet if that giving brought joy and was perceived as happiness, it signified a valuable contribution.

Thus, Nicole simply needed to respond to her little puppy.

Nicole raised her hand, affectionately ruffled Roscoe’s hair, and affirmed, “I won’t leave you behind.

Things will get better for us.

At the Watts family mansion.

Jarrod sat on the sofa, his leg casually resting on the coffee table.

“Mr.

Watts, remember what you promised me?” he asked, clearly displeased.

Back then, understanding the tight spot the Watts family was in, Jarrod had shown them mercy and left Roscoe’s father, Miguel, an exit route.

Miguel had been so grateful that he repeatedly expressed his thanks, vowing to ensure Roscoe would part ways with Nicole by any means necessary.

Truth be told, Jarrod’s motives weren’t dignified.

He wasn’t interested in preserving another family’s legacy.

He’d rather see Nicole and Roscoe part on bitter terms than let Roscoe become a lingering memory in Nicole’s mind if Roscoe passed away.

He aimed to witness the lovers turn against each other with hate.

That way, he could keep Nicole by his side.

Jarrod wouldn’t let Roscoe leave a lasting impression on Nicole’s heart.

Miguel was annoyed by Jarrod’s arrogance but had no choice but to tolerate it, lowering his head to reply, “Mr.

Schultz, I’ve kept an eye on Roscoe, but I couldn’t prevent Miss Lawrence from reaching out to him.

After all, I didn’t raise Roscoe.

There’s a natural distance between him and me, and I can’t afford to upset him too much, right?”

Miguel’s response was a clear attempt to avoid accountability.

He was evidently trying to disassociate himself, looking to cut ties.

Regardless of Roscoe’s preferences for women, as long as the woman Roscoe chose could secure the Watts family legacy, Miguel was unconcerned about her background.

Miguel planned to distract Roscoe with young, attractive secretaries.

He wasn’t concerned about Roscoe’s loyalty.

To Miguel, Roscoe was just a means to carry on the family legacy.

But now, with Roscoe as his sole heir, he couldn’t just watch the vast family fortune potentially fall into the hands of other relatives.

Therefore, he had to handle matters involving Roscoe with extra care.

Jarrod responded with a cold scoff, “Mr.

Watts, are you trying to play games me? You weren’t saying this when you knelt before me.

I shouldn’t have shown mercy back then.

Miguel, an expert at navigating political games even when he was “up to his neck,” didn’t show any shame even when his tactics were exposed.

He stroked his beard and replied with a cunning smile, “Mr.

Schultz, we’re still very grateful for your tip about Roscoe’s whereabouts.

Rest assured, we’re not ungrateful.

If you need anything from the Watts family, just say the word, and we’ll be at your service without hesitation.

His polished words, however, essentially meant a complete betrayal.

He clearly had no further interest in meddling with Roscoe’s personal life.

“Bang!” With a forceful slap, Jarrod sent the glass flying, striking a decorative vase behind Miguel.

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