The music in the hall persisted relentlessly, but everyone present was frozen in place.Jasmine's face was half swollen, and the other half was as pale as a ghost. Her fragile body nearly collapsed to the ground, but someone quickly caught her. Her eyes were empty and devoid of life."I heard Mr. Ha
In the restroom, Jasmine blocked my way, refusing to let me leave."Ms. Jones, there's something I'm not sure if I should say or not."I hardened my expression and said, "Move. If you shouldn't say it, then keep your mouth shut."She pressed her back firmly against the door, her face pale as if I ha
"Nick, let Ms. Jones go. She didn't mean to push me. I'm fine," said Jasmine, playing the understanding woman.I couldn't help but feel disdain. I had once played the same role for Nicholas, bending over backward to please him in front of Claudia.I knew all too well the game Jasmine was playing now
I watched as Nicholas' expression slowly hardened. He was determined to defend Jasmine in front of me, wasn't he? How could he ever be conflicted because of me?I straightened my posture and became serious as well. Raising my injured hand, I held it out toward them with the back of my hand facing up
My days had gotten a little better.Gray mentioned that several well-known lawyers had recently disappeared from the legal scene. He counted them off on his fingers, each one of them those who had been careless with their words at that party not too long ago.As he cast a curious gaze on me, he aske
I stared blankly at the screenshots my online followers sent me. In the pictures, Nicholas was giving some gifts to Jasmine with a gentle smile.He happened to be sitting across from her computer, and the midday sunlight, merging into his dark eyes, added a hint of warm ambiguity between them."Nick
Suddenly, there was a loud bang. A man dressed in black casual wear, wearing black sunglasses and a black hat, stood up from the audience and threw his cup of water to the ground.He shouted, "If the host is unprofessional, get off the stage! If you can't talk properly, you might as well donate your
When I stepped out of the studio, I didn't see anyone, but soon I heard the sound of hurried footsteps approaching me.Pete, who had been crouching on the steps outside the studio, rushed toward me when he saw me, pulling me into a big hug. His embrace was warm and trembling, his voice choked with e