Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak

Chapter 141

Blake had a thing for buying pink stuff for Yasmin.

In his eyes, Yasmin was like a child.

"Alright, get the bracelet. I'll pick her up after work," Blake said before diving back into his tasks.

And when it was time to leave, Malcolm already had the jewelry ready.

Blake examined the bracelet and, pleased with the purchase, he closed the jewelry box in satisfaction.

Then, he got up, buttoned up his suit, and left the office.

Malcolm then drove Blake to Erinnyes.

However, Yasmin wasn't at the studio.

Malcolm checked the time and was puzzled. "It's only 6 pm. Madam shouldn't have left work yet, right?"

Erinnyes had always closed at 6:30 pm.

One of the assistants then informed him, saying, "Ms. Starr left after getting a call."

Hence, Malcolm relayed this back to Blake.

Meanwhile, Blake's face was icy cold as he took out his phone and dialed Yasmin's number.

But at that moment, Yasmin was having dinner with Victor at a restaurant.

When she answered the phone, she remembered what Eunice had said earlier.

So, she responded coolly to Blake and said, "What's up?"

"Where did you go?"

"What do you want?" Yasmin stepped out into the hallway to talk.

Blake struggled, not wanting to say he'd come to pick her up. So, he just said, "Just asking."

"I'm having dinner with my uncle." Yasmin kept it brief, not wanting to say much.

"Why?"

"The creditor of my dad's company wants to meet me." Yasmin also wanted to check if the debt was real, so she'd come to verify it.

At this, Blake's frown deepened. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why should I?" Yasmin countered.

Blake fell silent.

Then, Yasmin said calmly, "Mr. Ford, we're divorced. You don't need to worry about me anymore. I'll handle my own matters. Goodbye."

After ending the call, Yasmin returned to the private room. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

The creditor of her father's company was already there. He looked around 40 and seemed like a decent man.

"Yasmin, this is Mr. Chadwick." Victor introduced her to him.

"Hello, Mr. Chadwick." Yasmin stood up and shook hands with Hector Chadwick.

Hector glanced at Yasmin and nodded, seeming quite pleased with her.

"Yasmin, pour Mr. Chadwick a drink." Victor quickly suggested.

"Sure." Yasmin didn't think much of it and toasted Hector with a drink from the table. "This is for you, Mr. Chadwick."

Hector smiled and drank up while Yasmin also swallowed her drink in one gulp.

Upon seeing Yasmin finish her drink, Victor's eyes gleamed with excitement.

Then, he excused himself to the restroom and left.

"Mr. Chadwick, I wanted to meet today to discuss the debt between you and our company." Yasmin smiled politely.

Hector looked at Yasmin and unbuttoned a button on his sleeve. Then, he reached out to put an arm around her shoulders.

Yasmin stiffened and pushed him away. "Mr. Chadwick, what are you doing?"

Hector's expression shifted when Yasmin pushed him away.

Then, he said in a displeased tone, "Don't you know why you're here? Come here. Kneel and serve me."

Hector attempted to force Yasmin's head down.

Taken aback, Yasmin exclaimed, "Mr. Chadwick, I'm just here to talk about business."

"Stop pretending. I don't like those who play hard to get. Serve me tonight, and your uncle's debt to me will be cleared."

"What debt?"

"Your uncle's gambling debt."

Only then did Yasmin realize that the 300 thousand dollars wasn't a business debt, but rather, it was Victor's gambling debt.

Her gaze turned cold as she said, "Mr. Chadwick, this debt is my uncle's, not mine. You should deal with him."

Yasmin stood up to leave, but she suddenly felt weak all over, as if all her strength had drained away.