Chapter 51


    Chapter 51 The Tumult in the Restaurant


    As soon as Jazmine finished speaking, Giancarlo looked up, his eyes utterly cold as he stared at her.


    His gaze went so deep into her heart that it almost impaled her.


    Jazmine suppressed the fear deep down and met his eyes bravely.


    “You want to die?” Giancarlo’s fingers that were holding the knife and fork were slightly pale, and the


    cold he gave off almost made the temperature drop below the freezing point.


    Yoselin’s heart skipped a beat.


    She was aside, yet she was also terrified by Giancarlo’s anger.


    Jazmine was under the greatest pressure. She had been hammered to withstand pressure well, and


    she was particrly good at handling the pressure given by Giancarlo. So, of course, she was capable


    of adjusting


    herself.


    She was not afraid of Giancarlo, and she could deal with him calmly.


    “Of course not.” After Jazmine sat down, she took a te of crab meat, ced it in front of her, picked


    up a


    piece of meat, and put it in her mouth.


    Giancarlo beat her to it. Before she stuffed the crab meat into her mouth, he waved his hand and


    directly


    swept the te to the ground.


    There was an instant nging from the smooth floor, and Jazmine’s eyes shed with a touch of


    frustration.


    Yet she quickly returned to normal.


    She stared at Giancarlo and sneered, “You’re a bit too stingy, don’t you think?”


    Giancarlo ced the other te of crab meat in front of Yoselin. He did not look at Jazmine anymore


    and said


    to Yoselin softly, “Enjoy.”


    He yed favoritism to the utmost. At the same time, he crushed the dignity of the woman he loathed.


    Seeing that, Yoselin was overjoyed deep down. Unable to suppress hercency, she looked up at


    Jazmine. The more she looked at Jazmine, the more she felt that the frustration on Jazmine’s face


    pleased her


    a lot.


    She smiled at Jazmine secretly and scooped up arge spoonful of food into her mouth.


    Yoselin knew the right expression for her current persona. She squinted slightly, showing the joy of


    enjoying the delicious food on her face.


    By doing so, she showed the woman next to her that she was savoring the intoxicating meal.


    Jazmine clenched her fists and no longer allowed herself to pay too much attention to Yoselin’s act.


    She sat upright and put herself on equal terms with the man in front of her.


    “Giancarlo, you don’t think that I came here just to have some crab meat, do you?”


    Yoselin put down the spoon in her hand and said in horror, “I’m sorry, I… It’s my fault. It tastes very


    good. You should give it a go too.”


    She pushed the little crab meat left in front of Jazmine.


    Jazmine sneered, “Am I a beggar?”


    “What do you want?” Giancarlo snorted coldly and interrupted the confrontation between the two


    women.


    He frowned slightly, expressing his impatience undisguisedly.


    Jazmine nced at Yoselin and smiled contemptuously, “Since you love her so much and hate me,


    then our rtionship should be redefined.”


    As soon as Jazmine finished speaking, Giancarlo suddenly got up, grabbed her by the cor, and lifted


    her.


    The tips of their noses almost touched.


    Jazmine felt his breath. It was burning, almost setting her on fire.


    He was furious.


    She thought, it’s probably because I challenge his authority. After all, he said before that only he had


    the right to end our rtionship. He allowed me to be his wife just to punish me.


    Yet in Yoselin’s eyes, Giancarlo’s anger meant something different.


    Yoselin thought, didn’t he say that I am the most important? Does he think having Jazmine as his wife


    is a


    sign of being good to me?


    At this moment, Giancarlo was furious. His fingers grabbing Jazmine’s cor were pale, and the veins


    on his forehead were throbbing. His face was so cold that it might freeze in the next second.


    Just as Jazmine thought that Giancarlo was going to beat her, a force came up to her and instantly


    pushed her


    out.


    She was caught off guard. She fell back under the impact brought by the great force.


    The stool was small, delicate, and also a bit short. The moment she hit the stool, she felt her whole


    body sent


    flying, and her forehead touched something.


    A sharp pain came, and a warm liquid ran down her face.


    In an instant, she could see nothing but red.


    She sat on the ground for a long time, unable to react.


    Yoselin’s exmation rang out. She seemed very afraid. “What should we do? Ms. Gardner is injured.”


    Jazmine thought, am I injured again?


    I guess I get injured easily. Unfortunately, I never get pitied.


    She stood up and felt dizzy. Her body shook, and she almost fell to the ground again. She held on to


    the back of the stool, and then she managed to stabilize herself and prevent herself from being a joke


    again.


    Unconcerned, she covered her still–bleeding wound with a napkin.


    She smiled and said, “I’m so sorry. I lost my footing and ruined your appetite.”


    Giancarlo subconsciously clutched his hands, which were on both sides of his body, and then loosened


    them in the next second. It happened in less than a second and didn’t attract anyone’s attention.


    Even Yoselin was attracted by Jazmine’s posture.


    Yoselin thought, what a weird woman. Howe she is still smiling while injured?


    Yoselin subconsciously nced at Giancarlo’s face. He did not have any reaction, but his eyes were


    like a cloudy sky, upsettingly gloomy.


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    Also, for some reason, Yoselin kept having a strange feeling.


    Something was wrong, but she couldn’t tell exactly.


    She immediately eximed. With tears in her eyes, she ran to Jazmine and was flustered. “Ms.


    Gardner, you are still bleeding. Why don’t we take you to the hospital? If it hurts, it’s OK to cry. You are


    smiling, though you have a wound on your head. Do you know how scary this is?”


    After saying that, Yoselin looked at Giancarlo and emphasized, “Giancarlo, I heard that Ms. Gardner’s


    mother… I am very worried that Ms. Gardner might be like her mother.”


    She didn’t say the word “fool” out loud. Her expression alone was self–evident.


    Jazmine lost it.


    She grabbed the things on the table and threw them at Yoselin.


    She reached for everything, including the tes, forks, and spoons, and threw them at Yoselin in the


    blink of an eye. She was so fast that no one had time to react.


    Yoselin preferred light–colored clothes. In an instant, food, including soup and other kinds of liquid,


    spilled over her body and her face, making her eye–catching at once.


    Yoselin was stunned.


    Jazmine was very pleased and stared at Yoselin, warning, “It feels great not having to put on an act. I


    can hit


    you whenever I want.”


    Yoselin knew very well what Jazmine was implying, and she knew that she couldn’t refute Jazmine


    whatsoever. She gritted her teeth, trying her best not to allow her anger to get the upper hand over her


    emotions.


    She wiped her face, looking pitiful as if she was about to cry. Her eyes were filled with tears as she


    stared at


    Giancarlo.


    She even forced herself to smile. She said, “Giancarlo, I’m fine.”


    It was a pity she was not an actress. Her gift was wasted.


    Giancarlo’s eyes turned colder, and he snorted, “Send her back and lock her up.”


    A hint ofcency shed through Yoselin’s eyes. In the next second, her expression changed, and


    she hurriedly ran out.