Chapter 153 Secretly Conducting a Paternity Test for Justin Henry
"I know you have the skills," Henry said sarcastically, looking at Daniel. "You managed to put her behind bars five years ago. What's stopping you from doing something like that again?"
Henry looked at Daniel coldly, finished his drink, and stood up to leave.
In the room, Daniel was silent for a long time before suddenly erupting in a rage, kicking all the bottles of alcohol on the table to the floor, smashing everything in sight.
Five years ago.
It was always back to five years ago.
That trial had always been Daniel's nightmare.
He had nightmares about all the years Jasmie spent in prison; he dreamt of her at the trial, her eyes filled with despair and emptiness.
She looked at him and said, "I plead guilty."
He lost control and shouted to retract the case, insisting he wasn't going to press charges against Jasmine.
He said he gave her the money willingly.
However, the judge had already passed the sentence, and he could only watch helplessly as the police took her away.
"Daniel, will you be happy if you destroy me? If it makes you happy, then I'll plead guilty."
"Jasmine, this is the sin you must atone for."
"Daniel, I am not guilty."
...
Once, Daniel was Jasmine's redemption.
But later, Daniel became Jasmine's hell.
...
Back at Ethan's place, Jasmine stood at the bathroom door wrapped in a towel, shivering and looking around nervously.
She stood on the bathmat, her bare feet cold on the tile, her head bowed anxiously.
Suddenly staying in Ethan's room made her so nervous that she forgot to take a change of clothes into the bathroom.
Tripping over her own feet in confusion, Jasmine fidgeted for what felt like an eternity, too timid to disturb Ethan.
Ethan, wearing a robe, stood by the floor-to-ceiling window talking to Liam on the phone.
Through the reflection in the glass, Ethan could see Jasmine's discomfort.
His breath tightened, and Ethan's throat felt dry and itchy, his body slightly feverish.
"Mr. Ethan, so I'll head back to the office tomorrow? Don't worry about the vote, I'll handle it.Mr. Ethan?"
On the other end of the line, Liam called out several times with no response from Ethan.
"Mr. Ethan?"
Snapping back to reality, Ethan frowned. "I was sleeping. Don't call me at night unless it's important."
Liam, now feeling chewed out, was baffled. "Mr. Ethan, wasn't it you who called me?"
There was silence. Ethan did not respond to Liam and simply hung up.
Liam, standing in Hawaii's airport, stared at his disconnected phone.
Lately, Ethan had been acting very strangely. He was extremely moody.
At the same time, Liam felt surprisingly elated because this version of Ethan felt more like a real, living person.
...
"M-Mr. Ethan..." When Ethan turned to look at her, Jasmine wished she could just disappear into a crack in the floor.
She was too nervous, her fair skin blushing with a rosy tint, like a delicate flower.
"Hmm?" Ethan's voice was husky and deeply magnetic.
He was dressed in a black and gray robe, the lines of his chest muscles faintly visible through the fabric.
Already handsome, the lighting made his features even more devilishly striking.
Jasmine dared not look at Ethan, feeling like her heart was about to give out.
She understood her worth, and as a contractual wife, she knew what duties she was supposed to fulfill.
"I, I..." Jasmine stuttered, unsure how to begin.
"Did you take your medicine?" Ethan approached, reached out, and gently touched her forehead. His voice was deep and smooth, betraying no emotion yet dizzyingly alluring.
"Mhm..." Jasmine nodded.
Seeing that Jasmine was no longer feverish, Ethan finally relaxed.
"I... I could..." Jasmine hesitantly spoke, fumbling as she offered to unwrap her towel, ready to perform her duties.
Ethan's breath grew hotter, his voice hoarse and low as he spoke. "I won't touch you tonight. Rest well."
With her head bowed, Jasmine just felt her ears growing even redder.
She always had a tendency to overthink.
Ethan hadn't touched a drop of alcohol today, sober as a judge. She wondered if he was repulsed by her.
"I... I washed up really carefully," Jasmine's voice quivered.
She hung her head, wishing she could bury it in her chest.
Ethan took a sharp breath, feeling that if things escalated, there might be consequences.
With one arm, he scooped up Jasmine, speaking with a hint of exasperation. "I'm not that bad, Kimberly. You're still sick."
Jasmine, frightened, clung to Ethan's neck as he carried her into the bathroom.
"Dry your hair before you go to bed." Ethan took the initiative to grab a hairdryer and started drying Jasmine's hair.
Protected in Ethan's embrace, Jasmine shivered with a feeling that could easily make her crumble.
That sense of security was overwhelming.
Indeed, Ethan was a dangerous man.
Her thoughts blanked out as she watched the reflection in the mirror, everything seemed so surreal.
Ethan was personally drying her hair.
She didn't understand why he was so kind to her.
...
The bathroom lights were dim, making Ethan's reflection in the mirror dazzlingly bright.
Years ago, when Jasmine was dating Daniel, she heard him complain about talent scouts chasing down to their house, insisting on grooming Ethan for stardom, only to be turned away by the butler.
The young master of the Douglas family didn't need to be a star.
Ethan's photos that were shared online by scouts once went viral, creating the archetype of the handsome, wealthy bachelor.
Ethan was smart in business, too. After he took over the company, he quickly established a film and television company independent of Stellar Enterprises named Starlight Entertainment, boasting countless artists, including award-winning actors and actresses, and the hottest young idols in show business today.
There were always rumors swirling about female celebrities trying to latch onto Ethan, or models deliberately flirting with him. His name was hotter than many A-list celebrities in the entertainment industry.
Jasmine prided herself on having a clear understanding of her place. A man like him wouldn't be sincere.
Maybe it was just a whim of his.
But to catch his fleeting attention was already more luck than many could ever hope for.
Besides, the whole world knew Ethan was generous with those he took a liking to.
The current it-girl in film and television, the top influencer Peipei Fu, was exactly someone Ethan had supported with open-handed generosity.
At one time, everyone speculated that Peipei Fu was Ethan's woman, and some even claimed she was the only one Ethan ever financially supported in such a manner.
Peipei and Ethan never cleared the air, which with Ethan's clout, made Peipei almost princess-like in showbiz.
This was a height Kimberly could never dream of reaching, even after three years with Henry.
Ethan was truly willing to splurge on Peipei, whereas Henry just casually kept a woman by his side.
"Mr. Ethan, have you ever blow-dried another woman's hair?" Jasmine asked over the noise of the hair dryer, knowing Ethan couldn't hear her.
Ethan turned off the hair dryer. "Hmm?"
"N-Nothing," Jasmine stammered, her face blushing furiously as she panicked and turned to flee.
However, her towel fell off.
She hadn't brought a change of clothes.
Her heart pounding, Jasmine was on the verge of tears as she picked up the towel and wrapped it tightly around herself. "I'm sorry..."
It wasn't intentional.
Seeing Jasmine about to run, Ethan reached out, trapping her against the wall with his husky, seductive voice. "Beg, and I'll let you go."
Jasmine clung to the towel, not daring to look up. "Please...please let me go."
Ethan chuckled, ruffling Jasmine's hair. "Go to sleep."
Jasmine's heart raced as she crawled into bed, her face still flushed, planning to suffocate herself under the covers and end it all.
...
At the Brown residence, Zelda was still throwing a fit at home, while Harper was brooding with a dark expression, holding back his anger.
"Jasmine's bastard couldn't possibly be Henry's. It just couldn't be..." Zelda wept, hugging his mother. "Mom, what if Henry doesn't believe me?"
"That woman, Jasmine, is very manipulative, a typical vixen. Mr. Henry hates being lied to the most, and if that bastard really isn't Henry's, we won't need to lift a finger; the Patrick family patriarch will take care of Jasmine for us," Zelda said somberly.
"Mom, let's secretly do a paternity test. I'll figure out a way to get a sample of Henry's hair," whispered Zelda.
Harper gave Zelda a glance. "I can get you Justin's hair."
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