Chapter 102

Yasmin was filled with deep hatred when she remembered this. She wanted to hit him again, but Blake held her back, saying, "Enough. Don't dirty your hands."

He tossed the bloodied Caleb at Malcolm's feet. "I'll leave him to you."

"Yes, sir," Malcolm replied.

Yasmin felt herself being carried up. Stunned for a second, she felt like jelly in his arms. Upon looking back, she saw Malcolm and two bodyguards give Caleb a sound beating.

Giselle stood under the shaft of light, her gaze cold.

Something suddenly made sense to Yasmin; the waiter who delivered the wine had said that the wine was a gift from a lady.

Was Giselle the perpetrator behind the night's events?

"Don't look at that bloody scene. I don't want you getting nightmares." Blake turned her head forward, not allowing her to look back.

Yasmin lifted her gaze to look at him in astonishment. It was almost as if it was her first time meeting him.

She never expected him to have such a wild and arrogant side.

No wonder her fat