*Chapter 90 You've gotten soft *
Jasmine's eyes were puzzled as she observed the automobile go.A second later,her phone rang, she picked it up absentmindedly.
"Hello?"
" Hi. I'm phoning to let you know that I intend to keep my promise.'' On the other end of the phone, Keith's raspy voice could be heard.
"Uh-huh! We'll see," she asserted, taking a stroll after a quick laugh. She briefly spoke before hanging up. Jasmine made her way further down the street to where she might hail a taxi.
Unexpectedly, an Uber pulled up, and when the driver got out, he opened the door for Jasmine. '' A reservation for Yates, Miss. ''
'' No, I didn't. Who then di
*Chapter 91 Play the recorder * '' Let's put an end to this goose hunt,'' Philipson declared openly after pausing briefly to contain his rage. ''We have decided that Mrs. Yates will get a divorce from you. '' his voice seeping with finality. Keith was not flabbergasted by these statements at the time. It went as predicted. They have done this before, and they will do it once more. On his thighs, his hand was clenched. "The divorce is not going to happen." His voice was ferocious and impossible to misunderstand as he spoke. The three brothers exchanged looks as Philipson Yates's eyes and lips formed a razor-sharp line. This young person, who had grown up in his presence, was here to disagree with his choice. Keith had never answered them in such an arrogant way before. He had become a commanding an
* Chapter 92 Payback Time* The story about the Lawson son who had defiled the family name was going viral online. Every platform that might have existed had to play continuously. It was the topic of conversation. Willow Yates' stepson was Carl Lawson. The Yates adopted him when his father and Willow perished in an automobile accident. Hence, it was even bigger news. In the hospital, Carl nearly suffered a heart attack. His eyes were as crimson as those of a bloodthirsty vampire, and his breathing was erratic. He was about to rip out all of his hair. Who would not? More veins were popping on his forehead as his palm gripped the remote control more tightly. "So, what should we do?"By the window, Lucia worri
* Chapter 93 Missing him * Back in the old mansion. The three Yates pillars exchanged looks after hearing the tape. They debated whether to approve of the connection. In any case, Keith was already certain that he would stay by Jasmine even without their approval. The choices made by these people were unimportant to him. After some time, Petterson took the recorder off the table. As he contemplated, his lips were pursed. "Grandson, this doesn't prove anything. He could have been pressured into saying this. '' Huh? Despite his incomprehensible expression, Keith was horrified. Instantaneou
*Chapter 94 You wanna know how your mother died?* Jasmine was due to attend classes in the afternoon. The admission exam she had taken would soon have the results released. Like everything else, though. Jasmine was not genuinely interested in this. She had not spoken to Keith for almost a full month. She sensed that he was upset with her, but she couldn't sleep since she couldn't figure out why. She was able to conceal her puffy, exhausted eyes with a ton of makeup. Jasmine was so miserable that she was unaware of how many stares she was receiving. Everyone was glaring at her, it seemed. Some are envious, while others are admiring. The central board displayed the outcomes. It was filled with studen
*Chapter 95: Do I still have a husband?* After declining all invitations to a celebration from relatives and friends. After visiting her mother's grave, Jasmine went home. She tried contacting the mystery caller more than a hundred times, but it was futile because it was a private number. She had dreams about her mother that night, many of which were flashbacks to when she was still alive. A day later. The phone had already begun to ring as she settled down to read. As she removed the phone from the table, she muttered an expletive. She looked at the caller ID and snapped. She left it back where it had been and let the bell ring. But when the ringing grew more frequent
* Chapter 96 Last Night said otherwise.* The first rays of sunlight lit up my room. The dawn chorus of melodic birdsong drifted in. As the sun reflected on Jasmine's face, she winced in disapproval. A hand rose, blocking the sunlight from hitting her face. Seeing her smile in satisfaction, his lips curled. She cuddled sweetly with him. "Good morning, sleeping head, he whispered, placing a kiss on her forehead. The warmness of his lips on her forehead woke Jasmine. As they exchanged glances, Jasmine grimaced as she held the duvet to her bare chest. She was mad at herself for giving her body to him so easily. He might think she was cheap. "Good morning, beautiful," he
* Chapter 97 Match Maker* A red Audi drove by—another false alarm. At least that was what Jasmine thought before it stopped at the end of the street. A young, handsome fellow hopped out, clothed in a Gucci suit. Deep brown eyes and pink dyed curly hair His locks were tied in a ponytail, making him seem feminine. "Finally your here." Jasmine huffed, tucking her black shades into her hair. She had been waiting for him for over four hours by the palm tree, as told. "I was teaching you patience, darling." He mocked flipping his hair, showcasing his gold molars. Opening the car,he grabbed a yellow file. This got Jasmine focused; she eyed him as he flipped open the pages wearing an uninterested grin. Now that he was sure
* Chapter 98: Lucia's Free // * Lucia was free. Jasmine could not help but gasp, her breathing becoming erratic. She flung a hand into her hair in utter distress. Taking several deep breaths, Jasmine quickly got into her car. After everything she did to get Lucia implicated, she managed to get herself free. How? Should she call Aunt Fe to ask? Immediately, Jasmine shook the idea out of her head. Aunty Fe was probably celebrating at the moment, and she did not like to stop that by asking questions. By this time, her phone had vibrated in her pocket, and on the screen, a name flashed: ' Dearest sister'.