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★★★★★Jasmine leaned back in her chair, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied Paul. "It doesn’t matter," she said with a hint of impatience, her voice firm. "Since I need something from you, I suppose I have no choice but to wait. But tell me, Paul," she leaned forward, her tone sharp as a knife, "why have you suddenly become so generous, offering it to me now? Or is there some kind of deal you want to strike?"Paul shifted uncomfortably, his hands gripping the armrests of his chair as he tried to find the right words. "I know I've made mistakes—many of them," he began, but Jasmine swiftly cut him off."Ah-ah," she interjected, raising a hand to silence him. "I don't have time to hear a confession. What I want to know is about the jewelry my father gave you. That’s all."Paul felt a pang of disappointment at her brusque tone, but he forced himself to remain calm. "I told you once that your mother’s belongings were in my possession," he reminded her, his voice measured. "And back
★★★★★ "Why wouldn’t she confide in me?" Damon said, his voice smooth but with an underlying edge. "I’m closer to her than you ever were." He paused, leaning in slightly, his eyes narrowing as he continued, "And let me make one thing clear—if you keep pushing her to meet with you, it won’t end well for your company. A few days ago, your father sought me out. I believe he was concerned, afraid that your actions might provoke me to retaliate against your business. Given his age, he’s wise enough to see the potential fallout. Maybe you should take a lesson from him." With that, Damon pulled a chair close to Jasmine, settling into it with an air of unshakable confidence. He turned to her, his tone softening slightly as he asked, "Why are you here, Jasmine? What’s going on?" Jasmine glanced at Paul before responding, her voice steady but with a touch of hesitation. "He told me he would return my mother’s jewelry—the pieces my father entrusted to him." Damon let out a low, mocking chu
★★★★★ "So, you’re lying to me now just to meet your ex-flame?" Damon’s voice was laced with mockery, his gaze fixed on Jasmine as she admired the necklace she had just reclaimed. Jasmine shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips as she carefully placed the jewelry back into her bag. "You wouldn’t have let me come if I’d told you the truth," she replied with a hint of defiance. "Besides, weren’t you right here with me the entire time? I can’t believe you were stalking me." Damon’s expression softened slightly, though his tone remained serious. "I care about your safety, Jasmine. And as your boyfriend, I think I deserve to know what’s going on." Jasmine rolled her eyes playfully. "You’re getting clingy, Damon. And a bit of a stalker, too." Damon’s lips quirked into a smirk as he leaned in closer. "Clingy, huh? I was waiting for you at your house, and you had the nerve to tell me you were in the parking lot. How could I not follow you? I had to make sure you weren’t up to som
★★★★★"Damon, what is the meaning of this?" Cindy’s voice rang out, echoing through the grand hallway as she stormed into the dining room where Damon and Dante were having breakfast. Her eyes flashed with fury as she approached the table, her hand shaking as she slammed a stack of papers in front of Damon. "How could you do this to me? The moment Grandfather falls ill, you decide to take advantage, doing whatever you please. What have I ever done to deserve this?" Her voice broke, the anger giving way to a deep hurt that she struggled to contain.Damon looked up from his plate, his expression calm, almost indifferent as he sliced through a piece of bacon. "I've noticed some rather unusual transactions from your account, Cindy," he said coolly, barely glancing at the papers she had thrown down. "Large sums of money being transferred to someone I don’t recognize. I’m not interested in asking you where, or why, but as of now, you’re not authorized to make any further transfers. With Gran
★★★★ Cindy’s face crumpled, the weight of Damon’s words striking her like a physical blow. "You can’t just strip me of my identity, Damon. This name, this family—it’s all I have left. How can you be so heartless?" "You should be glad I’m not heartless," Damon replied curtly, his tone cutting through the air like a knife. "Otherwise, your situation would be far worse. The wealth you’ve been given should be enough to keep you comfortable for the rest of your life, but understand this—I don’t want you anywhere near me or my son ever again." Cindy’s breath caught in her throat, disbelief washing over her. "What? No... I can’t leave. I love you and Dante. I won’t go anywhere. I’ve sacrificed too much for this family. This is my life, Damon." "You never loved Great Grandpa," Dante interjected, his young voice shaking with anger as he finally spoke up. He turned to Cindy, his eyes filled with a mix of pain and resentment. "And you could never truly love us. If you ever try to hurt my real
★★★★★"Mom, why can’t I go with you to see Grandfather?" Payne asked, trailing behind her mother, her small hand tugging at her sleeve. "Since he’s not staying in the house anymore, there shouldn’t be a problem with me talking to him, right?"Jasmine paused, turning to face her daughter. Her innocent eyes searched hers, filled with a longing she couldn’t easily dismiss. She knelt down to her level, her voice gentle yet firm as she explained, "Sweetheart, I can’t be sure if Grandfather is in a condition to speak right now. He’s very unwell, and it might be hard for you to see him like that.""But if he can talk, you’ll take me next time? Promise?" Payne’s voice was a mix of hope and insistence, her young heart determined to see his grandfather.Jasmine smiled softly as she said, "Yes, Payne. If Grandfather is well enough, I promise I’ll take you with me next time.""Alright," Payne murmured, her voice tinged with disappointment. She sank into the couch, curling her legs beneath her. "T
★★★★ Jasmine approached the reception desk, her steps measured but determined. The hospital’s quiet atmosphere unsettled her, the sterile air tinged with a strange stillness. She cleared her throat softly before addressing the receptionist, a middle-aged woman with a no-nonsense demeanor. "Excuse me," Jasmine began, her voice steady though her nerves hummed beneath the surface. "I’m here to see Mr. Ronald Cooper. Could you please tell me which ward he’s in?" The receptionist looked up from her screen, her expression carefully controlled. She studied Jasmine for a brief moment, her gaze sharp and assessing, as though weighing her intentions. "First floor," she replied crisply, barely blinking. "Ward number 809. But make sure all your electronic devices are switched off before you enter. It’s hospital protocol." There was something in the receptionist’s tone—a slight edge, a warning cloaked in professionalism—that made Jasmine hesitate for a fraction of a second. But she quickly dism
★★★★Jasmine stood frozen, her heart hammering against her ribcage as the scene before her slowly sank in. "No... this can’t be real. I’m not seeing this," she whispered, her voice barely audible as she placed a trembling hand over her chest. Her once rosy cheeks had turned ashen, and her breath hung in the cold air like fragile wisps of mist. Her mind fought against the reality her eyes couldn’t deny, the sight of her father’s lifeless body sprawled out on the hospital bed.The doctor, his voice detached and clinical, broke the heavy silence. "His neck was broken, and there was significant internal bleeding in the brain. Those injuries were the primary cause of death."Jasmine snapped her head toward the doctor, her voice laced with a rising panic. "He was killed, wasn’t he?"The doctor met her gaze, his tone unwavering. "Such injuries aren't self-inflicted. Cancer wasn’t what ended his life."Her knees nearly buckled beneath her as she took in the cold, unfeeling truth. She turned b