Yasmin looked at the traffic outside her window.Her phone suddenly buzzed with a WhatsApp notification.Victor had sent her a voice note: "Yasmin, did you see the news today? Caleb's in jail. Haha! Justice is served!"Yasmin pressed the microphone button, saying, "I just saw it. Serves him right."His response was almost immediate. "Yes! Yasmin, this morning, your grandmother told me she misses you and is asking you to come back for dinner tonight.""I don't think I have time tonight," Yasmin replied. "Going back to the Starr family's house for dinner?""Maybe." Yasmin sent a final voice note and switched off her phone.Victor had been managing Starr Corporation ever since her father went to prison. Her grandmother had also moved into Victor's house. However, Yasmin was not very close to her grandmother. She only visited on special occasions like New Year's Day. Eventually, the two arrived at Erinnyes.Yasmin said nothing more. She exited the car and walked into the stud
"Alright then." Yasmin retrieved a measuring tape and started taking his measurements.Erik looked at his tall figure and lean legs in the mirror and asked, "I heard you slapped Giselle this morning?"Yasmin raised her eyebrows. "Why? Did you come here for her?""Not at all. I was just wondering how shameless one can be. You and Blake are already separated, yet you returned to Oak Garden yesterday?"Yasmin smiled and said, "We'll be officially divorced in a month. At the moment, I'm still Blake's wife, and I have every right to be at Oak Garden. Mistresses, on the other hand, have no right to come to Oak Garden."She was hinting that Giselle was a mistress.After that incident yesterday, Yasmin and Giselle had become sworn enemies.Erik scoffed. "You're just jealous of Giselle. Do you feel uncomfortable seeing how much Blake cares about her?""What about her should I be jealous about? Jealous that she's a bitch? Or jealous of her top-notch acting skills?"Erik had no retort fo
Yasmin was in a daze. Her mouth had been pried open by Blake, and their lips were locked together. His kisses were rough and passionate.Yasmin was going out of her mind. "Blake Ford! What are you doing? Let go of me!""So loud. Do you want the whole company to know what we're doing here?" Blake teased.Yasmin shuddered and didn't dare to move. When he kissed her again, she pushed at his chest and objected, "Let go of me! Blake Ford, do you hear me? We're at the company, and there are many people outside. Don't do this—""You should be punished," he interrupted."Why should I be punished?""For being a slut."Yasmin was left speechless.Blake's eyes darkened. The next second, he pressed himself against her.Yasmin's expression changed. He wanted to have her here."No!" She had never been so embarrassed and pushed him away. "We have filed for divorce. You can't do this to me.""Are you still going to flirt with other men?" Blake looked at her darkly, still pressing against
A thought suddenly struck Yasmin as she walked toward the stairs. She wrote up an invoice, corrected it, and passed it to Sarah.Sarah subsequently handed Erik the invoice. "Hello, Mr. Hayes, that will be 76 thousand dollars for the suit you ordered."Yasmin had charged him an extra six thousand dollars for being detestable and making her angry.Erik looked up at Yasmin.Yasmin had walked upstairs. Her slender figure was very attractive.Erik chuckled. "This woman can still do business at a time like this. She's stronger than I thought," he mused. "Interesting."Erik swiped his card and told Sarah, "Call me when the suit is ready. I'll need to try it on.""Goodbye, Mr. Hayes," Sarah said with a smile.Erik snorted and walked out.…That night, Yasmin returned to the Starr family house.She had picked up the gifts that Blake had tossed in the trash. She couldn't afford such luxurious gifts and didn't want them to go to waste.Four people greeted her at the door—Emelda and Vi
Yasmin entered the house, catching Mary, who was just about to leave. Mary greeted, "Mrs. Ford, you're back.""Yeah. Are you heading out now?" Staff members of Oak Garden lived in a small building a short distance away. So a quick phone call would summon them to the house if anything happened. "Yes." It was already 8:00 pm. Mary informed Yasmin, "Mr. Ford is upstairs." Just then, she noticed something and called, "Mr. Ford."Yasmin looked up.Blake, who had appeared out of nowhere, was watching her with a stoic expression from the second-floor railing. Didn't she say he was bothering her? Why had he come back?"You go on ahead," the man instructed Mary. "Yes, sir. Mrs. Ford, there's some soup in the pot. Remember to have some later," Mary reminded before leaving.Instead of entering the kitchen, Yasmin headed straight for the stairs."Why did you come back?" Blake asked coldly. "I'm here to pack my things," Yasmin replied.Blake's face was twisted in a scowl, but h
Yasmin froze, stunned.What on earth was Blake trying to do?Had he scolded her and made scornful remarks just so he could kiss her?"Don't kiss me." Yasmin held her breath, refusing to kiss him back.Ignoring her protest, Blake pulled her chin closer and deepened the kiss urgently. Moments later, Yasmin found herself lifted onto the shelf. Blake pressed his lips against hers once more, wounding his arms around her waist tightly. "Blake…" Yasmin muttered, her mind going blank.The man continued drowning himself in her scent as his hand reached behind her to pull down her zipper. "Blake!" she exclaimed.However, Blake didn't let up. Instead, he lifted her skirt and bit her neck. Yasmin's knees went weak, and Blake held her slackened body close.Her clothes were soon in disarray.When she realized Blake was about to take things even further, she quickly cried, "No! Let go of me!"Infuriated by her words, he ripped off her underwear. Yasmin's eyes widened fearfully, and
Yasmin froze at the sight of Giselle. Blake had spent nearly 200 million dollars to purchase the villa for Giselle, yet he had refused to return her father's house to her.Yasmin felt a stab of pain in her chest as she realized how generous Blake was to his first love.Looking around, she noticed the similarities between villas No. 10 and No. 8, which made her miss her father even more. She slowly made her way to the backyard, where Giselle was enjoying some dessert. Giselle smiled when she noticed her. "This villa is a gift from Blake. Isn't it pretty?""Yeah, it is," Yasmin replied absentmindedly. Giselle then asked, "I heard your family used to live in No. 8. Didn't Blake give you that villa after the divorce?"Yasmin didn't want to answer the question, so she handed the handbag instead. "Ms. O'Shea, this is the bag you ordered. I've only used it once. You can inspect it yourself."If she hadn't scratched it during that one time, Yasmin could have sold the bag for over
Yasmin turned around and replied softly, "No, thanks. Our studio has been busy with a collaboration lately, so I don't think I have the time to go.""Is it the collaboration with NAS Group?" Giselle asked. "Yeah," Yasmin confirmed.Blake's demeanor turned ice cold as he learned that the two had still ended up partnering together.After Yasmin left, only Giselle and Blake remained in the backyard.Giselle was wearing a sexy spaghetti-strap dress. In a calculated move, she leaned forward to hold Blake's hand, revealing her cleavage. She asked softly, "Why don't you sleep over tonight? I'll ask the maids to prepare your things."It was a blatant invitation.This wasn't the first time she was making a move, but he always pretended not to notice.His expression was stoic as usual as he replied, "I'm busy tonight."With that, he stood up and left. …At the villa gate, Yasmin received Ivan's call. "Yasmin, your Porsche has been repaired. Do you want me to bring it over to you?"