Chapter 67 Henry's Fiancée Slapped Jasmine.
Jasmine tried to explain helplessly, feeling more flustered with each passing second.
Over the years, Jasmine had become increasingly inept at explaining things.
Henry grabbed Jasmine's wrist and pulled her closer. "Alright."
The words Jasmine intended to say next remained unsaid as she stared blankly at Henry.
"I'll agree to any requests you have," Henry said, lowering his head to look at the scars on Jasmine's wrist, remnants of her self-harm.
"Does it hurt?" Henry asked softly.
Jasmine sat on the ground before Henry, her gaze devoid of strength.
Hurt?
Well, everything in her life hurt.
Hell was all around her.
It didn’t even matter that she was now out of prison; she was still being tormented by the people she once loved.
"These scars can be removed," Henry said, looking at Jasmine.
Jasmine pulled her wrist back and covered it with her clothes. "No... no need."
Why bother deceiving herself?
"You don't have to go to the club anymore, just stay with me. I can't keep letting you work as a receptionist. If you stick with me for three years, I'll transfer a hundred thousand dollars to Justin's account monthly. The rest will be deposited into your account, and you can use my supplementary card as you please. If you need money for anything, just let me know directly."
Henry didn't know how to make it up to Jasmine, except to fulfill her material needs to the best of his ability.
"No..." Jasmine lowered her head. "I promised Emma I’d help her..."
Henry furrowed his brow. "You need to think it over."
Jasmine nodded and spoke again. "I hope... this remains confidential."
This was for Henry's sake; she no longer cared about her reputation.
Henry reached up and ruffled Jasmine's hair, not giving a direct response. "Want to go to bed? Was he planning on keeping her company in bed?"
Jasmine hesitated for a moment and instinctively took a step back.
Henry smiled. "I won't touch you until you're ready, but I hope you won't keep me waiting too long."
Jasmine's eyelashes were wet and still glistening, a clear sign of recent crying.
After a moment of thought, Henry spoke again. "Are you really not going to bring Justin here?"
Jasmine stood up and shook her head.
If she brought Justin here, Henry would truly have full control over her life.
"Go to sleep. After the business banquet ends, I'll accompany you back." Henry made a promise to Jasmine.
Jasmine nodded and hurried back to her room.
Henry sighed in resignation; he had finally obtained his sought after treasure but could only look at it from afar. His desires were stirring up inside him; it was absolute torture.
But what could he do? He had brought some of this on himself.
After all, he had been too passive as a bystander.
...
Club.
Once Jasmine arrived at work, the staff at the club all stole glances at her.
Jasmine had grown accustomed to it; the staff had been behaving this way ever since Henry and Ethan showed up.
Even Chloe started to tread carefully. "Jasmine..."
Glancing around, Chloe whispered, "What's your relationship with Mr. Patrick?"
Jasmine looked down. "Nothing... We used to know each other."
Chloe gasped. "Jasmine, you're now the talk of the club. Look over there."
Jasmine glanced up the stairs and noticed dozens of women staring at her.
They were probably all wondering which of their colleagues had caught the attention of the usually picky Mr. Patrick.
Jasmine had become that notable person.
"Several big clients are coming today. Everyone perk up and get back to what you should be doing," the manager shouted toward the staircase entrance.
The crowd dispersed, and the manager walked up to Jasmine with a smile. "Jasmine, have you had breakfast? The receptionist job could be a bit dull; do you want to switch positions?"
The manager was considering offering Jasmine a move to a better-paying and more relaxed position.
Jasmine shook her head and declined.
The manager then let the matter drop.
A red sports car pulled up outside the club's revolving door, and a woman in luxurious attire emerged, tossing her keys to the parking valet before walking through the revolving door.
Jasmine kept her head down, avoiding eye contact.
"Miss, are you..." The manager hurried forward and asked.
The woman pushed past the manager, glanced around, recognized Jasmine, and walked straight toward her.
SLAP!
A loud slap silenced the entire hall.
Jasmine numbly lifted her head and, upon realizing who had hit her, instinctively turned to run.
"You’re running?" Zelda leaned against the bar, watching Jasmine run with amusement. "Keep running, and if you don't kneel and beg me for mercy today, I'll sell off your little bastard."
Jasmine's steps froze, and she frantically looked back at Zelda. "What do you want to do?"
"Not running anymore?" Zelda smiled as she stepped closer to Jasmine.
"Who are you?" Chloe finally recovered from the shock and bravely stepped in front of Jasmine. "How can you just hit someone?"
The manager and security also reacted and rushed over.
"Are you all blind?" Zelda raised her head proudly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm Zelda, the second daughter of the Brown family, and Henry's fiancée."
The manager was shocked and looked at the security chief. They did indeed hear about the joining of the Patrick and Brown families.
Zelda was the second daughter of the Brown family, wo was engaged to Henry.
There were rumors years ago about Zelda mistreating Melissa.
She apparently poured coffee on her head in front of the entire crew and had someone beat Melissa, which caused quite a stir, but Henry quickly suppressed all the chatter.
Henry didn't react to Zelda's treatment of Melissa; instead, it seemed to empower Zelda even more.
Over the years, Zelda had been acting as Henry's fiancée, behaving arrogantly wherever she went, and regardless of the bad rumors, Henry would deal with them for her.
After hearing that Henry's fiancée had arrived, the manager wasn't sure how to react.
"Jasmine, I see you’ve ran from Silverlight City to Boston; you’re quite capable." Zelda shoved Chloe aside and grabbed Jasmine's hair. "All the men in Silverlight City weren’t enough for you, and now, you're seducing my man?"
Jasmine clenched her trembling fingers, remaining silent.
The hall rapidly filled with onlookers, all stunned by the unfolding chaos.
Was this the legitimate wife confronting the mistress?
"Everyone, look at her. Do you know who she is?" Zelda spoke up loudly with a laugh. "Remember the fake heiress case that shook the nation six years ago?"
People around started whispering.
Jasmine felt a darkness encroaching, the humiliation of being talked about and criticized publicly was unbearable.
It was a suffocating feeling, one that made her wish she was dead.
"This lady here replaced the real heiress of the Wilson family for twenty years; she’s a thief, a slut!" Zelda continued, still holding Jasmine's hair. "Do you know what the men in Silverlight City call her? Damaged goods, something to be played around with."
Jasmine bit her lip so hard that it started to bleed.
How could she explain or fight against such gossip?
"I have videos of her here, lots of them. Do you want to see them? Adults only; it’s restricted content. She’s with many men..." Zelda laughed while pulling out her phone, searching for the videos she recorded when bullying Jasmine.
Jasmine cried. Even though her hands were numb, she tried to stop her.
"Scared now? When you were seducing my man, why weren't you afraid? Jasmine, you're pretty bold," Zelda laughed arrogantly.
She didn't see Jasmine as a threat; she just enjoyed the thrill of bullying someone else.
"Remember six years ago? Oh, I forgot. When you were cornered in the alley, you were pregnant, and they still didn't spare you."
Zelda was like a demon, forcing Jasmine to relive the tormenting memories repeatedly.
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