Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak

Chapter 118

"Sure." Erik agreed without hesitation and turned to leave.

Walking past the corridor, he glanced at Yasmin, who was downstairs. However, she didn't notice him. Instead, every man's eyes were trained on her.

Feeling uncomfortable, he leaned against the railing and deliberately called out loudly. "Yasmin Starr."

Yasmin lifted her head and finally noticed the people on the second floor—including Blake. The man was resting against the railing as he regarded her from above.

Her heart skipped a beat, but she didn't say anything.

"You're here, our darling Yasmin!" Joel leaned over the railing with a glass of wine in his hand, his lips curved into a lazy grin.

"Don't call me that," Yasmin retorted calmly.

"I'm just used to it," Joel pouted. "Why don't you invite Mr. Burke up for a drink?"

Yasmin glanced at Ivan.

The man replied, "Sure."

However, Yasmin didn't want to go upstairs. She wasn't here for them tonight, so she whispered to Ivan, "Why don't you go, Mr. Burke? I need to find Roxy and finish a task."

"Then, be careful. Call me if anything comes up," Ivan gently reminded her.

"Okay." Yasmin began making her way down the stairs.

Everyone was surprised to see her going back downstairs. Erik asked, "Why is she leaving?"

"She doesn't want to be around a certain somebody." Ivan smiled slyly, holding a glass of wine.

Erik immediately paled, assuming that Ivan was referring to him. He snorted and walked away.

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Yasmin glided back downstairs, looking as graceful as an angel.

"Isn't that Yasmin Starr from the Starr family?" A group of women watched her and began sneering.

"Didn't her family go bankrupt? How can she afford such a pretty dress?"

Yasmin's dress clearly wasn't cheap.

Yasmin looked down at her gown before turning her attention to the woman who had spoken. "Is it pretty? I designed it myself."

While the other woman was taken aback, Yasmin added, "I opened a studio that makes custom gowns. Our dresses aren't too expensive, so feel free to approach me if you need a dress made."

Yasmin took this opportunity to advertise her business.

One of the women said, "I have to say, the dress is quite beautiful."

Several women accepted Yasmin's business card.

However, there was one woman who still seemed disgusted. She humphed, "How did you find money to open a business when your family's bankrupt? Don't tell me you have someone sponsoring you?"

"That's right. How did you know?" Yasmin asked with widened eyes.

Everyone was astonished. "Really? Who is it?"

Yasmin initially wanted to reply with an insulting "your dad" remark but changed her mind when she saw Blake upstairs out of the corner of her eye. She deliberately said, "Blake Ford."

"That's impossible." The group of people didn't believe her at all.

After all, there were rumors of Blake being together with Giselle, so how could he be sleeping with Yasmin?

Besides, Blake was allegedly uninterested in women. Naturally, everyone assumed that Yasmin was lying.

Yasmin smiled.

Indeed.

Because they had gotten married in secret, not many people knew about their marriage.

However, they were divorced now.

While she was in a trance, a bodyguard walked up to her and said politely, "Ms. Starr, someone would like to see you upstairs."

"Who was it?"

Yasmin lifted her head and saw Blake staring at her, his solemn black suit making his expression even harsher.

What did he want?

Yasmin sighed and made her way upstairs under the gaze of the crowd.