All Chapters of Dangerous Arrangement: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Jasmine absorbed the sound of footsteps echoing outside the room, each step marking a tense moment for her. The thought of cruel treatment possibly awaiting her now caused her anxiety to deepen. It only grew worse when she heard a knock on the bathroom door. “Are you in there?” “Y—yes!” Jasmine hurriedly turned on the faucet, creating the impression that she had just finished her business in the bathroom. Before stepping out, she took a deep breath, trying to act as if nothing had happened. Doubt lingered as Jasmine gripped the doorknob, but the pressure of the situation pushed her to exit quickly. Mr. Hawthorne was the first sight she encountered when the door opened. “I’m done. Y—you can use the bathroom now.” “Aren’t you supposed to explain something to me?” Mr. Hawthorne asked before Jasmine could walk away. Jasmine remained silent, only lowering her head. Mr. Hawthorne reached out, taking something from his pocket, and handed it to her. When Jasmine saw it, she was shocked

Jasmine knew she had to fight back, but her body felt as if it were locked in place. Mr. Hawthorne's piercing gaze was terrifying, but the past wounds accompanying it intensified her fear of Sabrina. “Jasmine?” The familiar voice shattered the tension, causing Sabrina to slowly release her grip on Jasmine's shirt. They both turned toward the source of the voice, only to find a professor they were both acquainted with. Nolan Harper had noticed something unusual when everyone's gaze was fixed in one direction. As he walked closer, he became more certain that the figure before him was Jasmine, the student he had been anxiously waiting to hear from. “Mr. Harper,” Sabrina said, her face showing a hint of unease. Mr. Harper glanced back and forth between Sabrina and Jasmine, sensing that something was wrong. “What’s going on here?” Sabrina quickly wrapped her arm around Jasmine’s shoulders. The sudden gesture startled Jasmine, but she could only bow her head in fear. “There's no prob

Jasmine chose to keep her emotional wounds a secret, believing that silence was the best shield. Mr. Hawthorne didn’t like seeing Jasmine’s resolve. She should have given up a long time ago. But why did she choose to remain silent and allow the unjust treatment to continue? To Mr. Hawthorne, Jasmine’s behavior made no sense. Had she never considered taking revenge? Jasmine had the potential to do so, yet she seemed to have no intention of teaching those who wronged her a lesson. “Silence, huh? Fine, I’ll find out for myself and make them pay,” Mr. Hawthorne said as he began to walk away. Before he could disappear from sight, Jasmine quickly grabbed his hand. “Please... don’t,” she pleaded, shaking her head. “Just a little longer, I only need to endure it a little longer,” she said, her eyes filled with desperation. Mr. Hawthorne gazed into those teary eyes, looking at her trembling lips, and feeling the despair radiating from Jasmine’s face. At that moment, he realized one thing—

Time pressed on, with every second being crucial for Jasmine, who could be caught in danger at any moment. Mr. Hawthorne wasn’t one to hold his phone for long, except when speaking with his daughter. But today, just to discuss Jasmine’s fate, he found himself deeply engaged in a lengthy conversation with his secretary. Mr. Hawthorne sensed something was amiss, but the answer eluded him. Still trapped in emotional confusion, he decided to continue taking the steps he deemed necessary. Mr. Hawthorne gazed out the window from his position on the luxurious leather sofa, his hand reaching out to the cigarette box on the table. With a light motion, he grasped a cigarette. Before the thin smoke could begin to dance in the air, the memory of his conversation with Jasmine in the car crept into his mind. Mr. Hawthorne placed the cigarette back, replacing it with his phone. His fingers moved across the screen, composing a short message to Theodore. [Ted, can you find the best soap formulator

Jasmine stepped back, unable to believe Sabrina’s sudden change in demeanor. It felt unreal. Her mind was filled with suspicion—was Sabrina trying to manipulate her? “Then why did you tear up my assignment?” Sabrina explained in a casual tone, “It’s because you were so difficult to persuade to come with me. Our way of making friends is a bit rough, but that’s how we are. Oh! Don’t tell me you’re offended because I ripped up your assignment,” she added with a surprised expression. Sabrina approached Jasmine and gently touched her arm. “Sorry if my way isn’t to your liking. I won’t do it again if you don’t like it.” Amid Jasmine’s inner turmoil, a boutique employee interrupted, “Miss Worthington, we have prepared the clothing you requested. Would you like to try it on now?” Sabrina nodded in agreement, then took Jasmine’s hand and said, “Come on, we need to try it on!” Jasmine spent time with Sabrina, though still filled with doubt. They tried on several outfits. “Wow, you look s