Chapter 10


    at her.


    Giselle asked, “Is this the room for you and ke?”


    Yasmin frowned before regaining herposure and looking at Giselle’s belly. “Is ke really the


    father of your child, Ms. O’Shea?”


    A trace of diffidence shed across Giselle’s face before she nodded. “Yes, he is.”


    Yasmin’s eyes


    dimmed. Now that the dust had settled, there was no point in her troubling herself over the matter. “I


    hope you two will have a happy life together. You make a great pair.”


    “You and ke-”


    “There’s nothing between us. We’re probably getting divorced soon,” Yasmin interjected. Even if


    ke refused to go through with it, she would insist. It wasn’t up to ke to decide.


    Giselle’s eyes lit up. “Really?”


    “Yeah. You don’t have to mind me. I’m just an unimportant character in this debacle.” After all, ke


    had already told her he would never fall in love with her. Her heart was a grave now.


    Yasmin entered the bedroom and shut the door. She took her medication and then


    downloaded a divorce agreement off the Inte. She wanted to print it out.


    After getting her identification and the necessary documents, she headed downstairs. Giselle was


    already gone, but ke was still around. He stood before the window as he answered a call. His tall


    stature gave him a rather domineering, regal air.


    Yasmin pretended not to see him as she headed to the entrance.


    “Stop right there!” ke growled.


    Yasmin turned to look at him in confusion. “What do you want?”


    “Aren’t you supposed to be having acute gastritis? Why are you still going out?”


    “I’m going to work.”


    “You’re not allowed to go anywhere.”


    “Don’t boss me around,” Yasmin snapped. “From today onward, I’m not going to obey you anymore.


    I’m moving out. I won’t live here anymore.”


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    In truth, Yasmin had always been a bit of a rebel. She’d only acted obediently because of her love


    for ke.


    Now, however, she wanted to be herself.


    ke sneered. “You’ll have to find a ce to stay before you do that. I’d like to see if anyone would


    dare rent you anything without my permission.”


    Yasmin faltered. “Are you going to restrict my


    freedom?”


    “You’re not in the right condition to be going anywhere now. Stay at home.” ke’s expression


    softened. “Wait until next week, at least. Shut that stu pid studio of yours down and report to


    Windmere Group’s secretariat. You’ll be my personal secretary.”


    It was Yasmin’s turn to sneer. “You know very well I’m a design student, yet you want me to be a


    secretary?”


    He knew she’d always dreamed of being a designer. Yes, it was her fault for setting up the studio


    without discussing it with him beforehand. But it was only because she could never


    reach him.


    Eunice had told her that they only had to fork out two million dors each for the studio. She’d


    figured that the money didn’t matter to ke-she could easily spend more than a million dors just


    buying jewelry. That was why she’d gone ahead with it.


    However, ke had been very upset upon learning about it. He hadn’t said anything about it,


    though. Yasmin thought the chapter had been closed, yet here he was now, telling her to


    shut it down.


    ke said grimly, “You’re not suited to be a designer. You should give up while you’re ahead.


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    Yasmin’s pupils constricted. She let out a derisiveugh. “Do you think your saying that will make it


    true? Have you ever seen any of my designs? Have you paid attention to my studies and daily life?”


    “I don’t need to,” he said brusquely. His words got nastier and nastier. “You’re not cut out for it. If


    you want to get a job,e and work as my secretary. Don’t even think about doing anything else.” This is from N?velDrama.Org.


    Yasminughed again. Her heart felt like it was freezing over. “So, in your eyes, I don’t even


    deserve to have a dream? Is being a secretary all I’m worthy of?”


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    She’d spent years  ving away as a design major. She’d drafted designs day and night. Everyone


    had said she was talented. ke was the only one who disagreed. Now, he was even trying to


    erase her four years of hard work with a few words.


    Yasmin had nothing more to say to him, nor did she want to. She turned to leave the vi.


    “Where are you going?” ke asked from where he stood behind her. His gaze darkened.


    Yasmin ignored him. ke’s assistant, Malcolm Shaw, ran after her. He said, “Where are you


    headed, Mrs. Ford? I’ll take you there.”


    “Save it!” Yasmin knew ke must’ve ordered him to do this. She stopped in the courtyard and


    shouted, “I don’t need his false kindness!”


    She made to get in a Porsche, but Malcolm stopped her. “Mrs. Ford, Mr. Ford said you’re not


    allowed to drive.”


    “We’re in a f ucking neighborhood of vis, and we’re surrounded by winding mountain roads. How


    the hell am I going to get out of here if I can’t drive?”


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    .” Malcolm was insistent.


    Yasmin was p issed, so she nodded just to spite ke. “Fine, then. You can drop me off.”


    After getting into the car, she called Eunice. “Where are you? I’m out of the house. I’ll go look for


    you.”


    “I’m at the studio. Come on over,” Eunice said.


    “Okay.” Before that, Yasmin had Malcolm pull over at a nearby shop with a printer. She got down,


    printed two copies of the divorce agreement, indicated the reason, and pped one on Malcolm’s


    chest. “Take this to ke.”


    “I have to stay with you, Mrs. Ford.”


    “Just stop. I’m already at the studio. What could go wrong? Go back to work.” Yasmin chased


    Malcolm away.


    Malcolm watched her enter the studio before getting into the car and returning to Windmere Group.


    He delivered the divorce agreement to the president’s office.


    ke was seated at his desk and attending to some documents. When he saw Malcolm, he asked,


    “Where’d she go?”