A tall figure loomed in front of Yasmin. "What are you doing here?" Blake fixed a gaze on her that conveyed both affection and curiosity. "Would you believe me if I said I'm here to congratulate Ms. Fletcher on her engagement?" Yasmin asked, holding a wine glass and smiling faintly."Do you think I'd believe that?" Blake looked at her. "Yasmin, what exactly are you trying to do here?"He didn't want her to do anything foolish. His gaze remained fixed on her, trying to see something in her eyes.But all she did was smile. Her eyes were devoid of any emotion—indifferent and distant. "Mr. Ford, we're not that close. You should address me as Ms. Starr," she said.As she finished speaking, she saw Elise going upstairs, so she put down her wine glass and was about to leave.Blake quickly took a few steps forward and grabbed her wrist. "Yasmin."Yasmin's back stiffened, and her entire body tensed the moment her hand was caught. She looked up at him, her eyes revealing disgust. "Mr.
Of course, she couldn't find out who it was in the end.The gang leader said it was a man who wanted to harm her.Elise was no fool. If she wanted Yasmin dead, she would never do the dirty work herself. Otherwise, she would leave incriminating evidence behind.Still, Yasmin firmly believed that Elise was behind it all.Elise undoubtedly wanted Yasmin dead. From that day on, Yasmin became even more vigilant and reticent.Regardless of who attacked her, she fought back fiercely—beating them to the brink of death. Gradually, no one dared to provoke her anymore.Later, when Ivan learned of her situation, he sent people in to take care of her—clearing the obstacles in her path. Then, she finally had the time to focus on her artwork.Half a month prior, she had already submitted her latest design drafts. In a few more days, her work would be displayed at a fashion show.Presently, Yasmin walked downstairs wearing a white gown and a feathered mask.To deal with Elise, she first nee
Her skin was as white as snow, her eyes clear and warm. She glared at Blake for a second, then quickly softened her gaze and became graceful and charming as she smiled at Carlos.Carlos was stunned. "Why is it you?"Just as Yasmin was about to speak, Elise hurried downstairs, her long hair slightly disheveled. She said pitifully, "Carlos, someone just locked me upstairs."Seeing Elise on the verge of tears, Carlos felt pity for her. He supported her and glared at Yasmin. "What did you do to Elise?""I didn't do anything," Yasmin answered innocently, blinking her big doe eyes at Carlos.Carlos felt strange and averted his gaze. "If you didn't do anything, why did you appear wearing the same gown as Elise? You did this on purpose, didn't you? You wanted to ruin my engagement with Elise?""What did I do?" Yasmin asked back with a smile. "I just went upstairs to change clothes. When I came down, you pulled me to the dance floor."Yasmin continued, "But what about you? When you saw
Blake visited her many times, but she never agreed to see him.When he heard she was being harassed inside, he sent people in to deal with those causing trouble and assigned someone to stay by her side—protecting her from afar without her knowing.He heard she had grown a lot, eating well every day and fighting back against anyone who harassed her.He also learned that Ivan's people brought her drafts and materials, and she often worked on her designs inside.Later, Blake pulled some strings for her to work in the prison laundromat, allowing her to quietly work on her drafts there every day.Hearing that she was living well, he felt relieved. At least she wasn't miserable."What does that have to do with you?" Yasmin's calm face showed a faint smile, but her eyes remained frigid and devoid of warmth."I'm just concerned about you..." His throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton. He had so much to say yet was unable to find the words.Yasmin smirked. "Why would I need your co
"What are you planning to do?""Carlos loves her, right? Then I'll seduce Carlos. I want her to experience what I went through." Back when Yasmin was with Blake, Elise always tried to drive a wedge between them. Now, Yasmin would make Elise taste the same pain and see if she could maintain her innocent façade."As for Blake, I don't think he will help Elise anymore." Yasmin understood Blake well, especially after her time in prison.If she hadn't rejected him six months ago, she might still be under his control today.But things were different now.To free herself from him, she was willing to go to prison. She believed that Blake would not force her anymore, as he now knew she was willing to go to drastic lengths to get away from him.Blake now felt a deep sense of guilt toward her, which was strong enough to overshadow his feelings for Elise. Thus, Yasmin was sure that Blake would only cling to her and not force her back to his side. He understood that he could no longer c
Ivan opened his mouth to speak, but Yasmin swiftly interjected, "You should go. In the future, Erinnyes will be under NAS Group. Rest assured that I will work hard."She implied that Ivan was simply her boss.Ivan was stunned for a couple of seconds. In the end, he couldn't say anything.He stood in place, watching Yasmin as she walked away. Just a moment ago, he had almost revealed to her the hatred in his heart.He almost told her that he wasn't an innocent person either. Everything he had done so far was to avenge his mother.He and Yasmin were the same kind of people.He had been as innocent as she was in the beginning, but that changed after his mother committed suicide by jumping off a building. He was later taken in by the Burkes—the family that revolved around Isaac. They humiliated and scolded Ivan to no end.He had never experienced a good day in the Burke family. His father was cold toward him, and his brother and stepmother saw him as an eyesore.The maids joined
"Hello, everyone!" Yasmin waved her hands in greeting. After exchanging pleasantries, Yasmin helped Eunice up to the second-floor office.Eunice looked at her with red eyes. "Yaz, you've just been released. Why don't you rest for a couple of days?""No need. I don't have anything to do anyway." Yasmin looked at her big belly. "You're the one who's had it tough. How many weeks has it been? And you're still working?"Eunice glanced at her belly and stuck out her tongue. "Mortimer said the same thing. But I can't let go of the studio, so I come here every day. When my belly feels uncomfortable, I would lie on the sofa.""Mortimer?" Yasmin noticed Eunice's shift to a more familiar form of address and playfully teased her, "You used to call him Mr. Sullivan, but now it's Mortimer?"Eunice was a little embarrassed, but she looked happy. "Well, after spending time together, I realized that he's a pretty good person, so we decided to...""Be together?" Yasmin finished her sentence.Euni
"I've tried many times, but she doesn't listen." Mortimer had no choice but to let her come to the studio every day.After hearing this, Yasmin could tell that Mortimer was a man who respected Eunice's decisions.She smiled and said, "I'll try to talk to her. Since I've been released, I can take care of the studio.""Thank you." Mortimer smiled gratefully.When Eunice was done with her phone call, Yasmin brought the matter up with her.Upon hearing this, Eunice glared at Mortimer. "You told Yaz to convince me, didn't you?""I just don't want you to be too tired," Mortimer explained.Eunice frowned.Fearing they might start arguing, Yasmin took Eunice's hand. "Eunice, listen to Mortimer. I'm already out, so I can take care of the studio. You should go home and rest well."Yasmin's gaze fell on Eunice's belly, her eyes filled with sadness. "Get some rest and take care of yourself."Eunice caught sight of the sadness in Yasmin's eyes and understood instantly that Yasmin was once