Chapter 484 Zelda Wants to Help Jasmine Steal Evidence
At Stanford, Jasmine sat on a bench, feeling a bit of back pain.
She looked around to make sure no one was watching, then pulled out a 24-hour emergency contraceptive pill from her bag.
Feeling embarrassed, she covered her forehead, her ears turning red.
She couldn't believe she had taken the initiative last night.
Just as she was about to take the pill, Samuel appeared and tapped her shoulder. "What are you doing!"
Startled, Jasmine dropped the pill, and it rolled away.
She quickly straightened up and coughed. "Nothing."
Samuel sat across from her, and Jasmine scolded him. "You scared me."
"I've been calling you, but you didn't hear me," Samuel said, rolling his eyes and tossing some documents in front of her. "If our company wants to grow, we need more staff. I heard LY is struggling with recruitment."
Jasmine nodded. "Yeah, the Douglas Group is making it hard for us to hire."
College students, especially top graduates, would rather join the Douglas Group than a new company like LY.
"This is an internship program. It's not formal recruitment; mentors assign it. Ethan and I are top students, so the school will support us if we start a business." Samuel handed her documents from the school board.
"Really?" Jasmine looked at the documents, surprised. "You're amazing."
Samuel leaned back, looking proud. "There's nothing I can't handle."
"Then I'll treat you to lunch, and after that, I'll take you to LY," Jasmine said, putting away the documents.
"I'm very picky about food," Samuel said, raising an eyebrow.
Jasmine thought she could afford a nice meal, with Nolan and Edward often giving her money and Edgar buying her things.
"What do you want to eat?" she asked cautiously.
Samuel thought for a moment, then stood up. "Follow me."
Jasmine grabbed her backpack and followed him.
They walked through a small alley to a Mexican restaurant with a long line.
Jasmine was puzzled; he was indeed picky, refusing less crowded places.
"I'll sit over there, and you wait in line," Samuel said smugly.
"Alright." Jasmine nodded and stayed in line.
Samuel sat under a sunshade, watching her.
He had intended to test her sincerity by making things difficult.
But seeing her getting cut in line, he couldn't stand it and walked over. "You go sit; I'll wait in line. With you being so weak, we'll never get our turn."
Jasmine nodded. "Thank you."
"You're treating me, so you don't have to thank me," Samuel said, warming up to her.
Jasmine went to sit in a corner, holding her phone. She noticed someone sneaking around in a nearby alley.
The person was staring at her.
Her heart tightened; it was Zelda.
"Jasmine," Zelda greeted her.
Jasmine stood up quickly, glanced around, and walked to a sandwich stand. She bought a few sandwiches and a Coke, then brought them to Zelda.
Zelda, looking nothing like the socialite she once was, squatted on the ground and devoured the food.
"Aren't you afraid of me?" Zelda asked.
"Did you have anything to do with what happened to your parents and Annabelle?" Jasmine asked.
Zelda shook her head, cursing. "The medicine was expired; Annabelle was just lucky."
Jasmine took a deep breath.
"I didn't kill my parents. I drugged them. I don't know who stabbeded them after I left," Zelda said, her voice trembling. "As for Annabelle, she was lucky not to die."
"Did your parents have dirt on a lot of people? Many people wanted them dead," Jasmine probed.
"What do you want?" Zelda looked up at Jasmine.
"What do you want?" Jasmine proposed a deal.
"I'm a madwoman with a broken family. What would I want?" Zelda laughed.
Jasmine frowned, saying nothing.
Zelda, now a fugitive with nothing to lose, had nothing to fear.
"Get me the best lawyer. I don't want to go to jail," Zelda said hoarsely.
Jasmine remained silent.
Zelda, being a psychiatric patient, wouldn't be held legally responsible but would be committed to a mental institution.
Zelda hated a mental institution more than jail.
"If you trust me, I can help you get into a good rehab center, not like before," Jasmine said, looking at Zelda.
Zelda took a bite of her sandwich and spoke softly, "I never thought such garbage food could taste so good."
Her eyes reddened, and she looked up at Jasmine with a smile. "I know what you want. If I can find it and stay alive, I'll help you get it."
Zelda wasn't stupid; she knew Jasmine wanted the Harper family's list.
The Harper family's murder implicated too many people.
And what Jasmine wanted most was dirt on Howard.
But because the Harper family knew too much, they had invited disaster.
Someone wanted to silence them permanently.
To make the evidence disappear forever.
Zelda had suspected Howard and the Patrick family, but she didn't know who had killed her parents after she left. The truth was a mystery.
"Stay safe," Jasmine said, opening the Coke and placing it beside Zelda. "Finish eating before you go."
To Jasmine, Zelda was a pitiful person, so miserable that she was homeless and had lost everything.
Zelda snorted, her eyes red as she took a sip of Coke.
She didn't need anyone's pity, but she was indeed pitiful now.
"Jasmine! It's our turn. Come in and eat," Samuel called from the door.
Jasmine turned back, smiling as she ran over.
Her life was just beginning.
Her battle had just begun as well.
"Samuel, how much do you know about Deborah?" Jasmine asked, wanting to gauge his opinion.
She needed to ensure Samuel was on her side and wouldn't defect to Deborah.
"Deborah? I've heard of her. She's a big deal at a school in the country M. Very smart, high IQ, and I've heard she's quite pretty. The teachers think highly of her. She was even invited to give a lecture at our school recently," Samuel commented casually.
"I mean, if in the future, Deborah and I were on opposing sides, would you help me or her?" Jasmine asked, her gaze intense.
Rules needed to be set in advance.
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