Chapter 130


    "Fine." Yasmin put down the cutlery and proceeded to tie ke a perfect Windsor knot that exuded


    a noble air.


    "It''s done," she said with a smile and admired her handiwork.


    Then, as he sat down to have breakfast, ke looked at Yasmin and ordered, "Be home by 8:00


    pm sharp from now on."


    Yasmin was dumbfounded.


    She looked at him and asked, "Why?"


    "What do you mean ''why''?" ke frowned. "You''re the maid here. Are you trying to skip work?"


    Frustrated, Yasmin knew she had to negotiate her way out of this.


    She said, "Yes, I need to fulfill my work. But you yourself know about my job—I''m a designer, and I


    often need to work overtime."


    "Just bring your work home and work overtime here then," ke retorted.


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    Couldn''t she just draw her drafts anywhere?


    Yasmin was at a loss of words.


    She tried toe up with an excuse to reject ke''s demand. But then, she remembered that she


    owed him 400 hundred thousand dors, and suddenly, her confidence to argue back was gone.


    In the end, she could only put on a sour expression and ept her fate.


    After breakfast, ke asked, "Do I need to send you to your studio?"


    Yasmin recalled that she hadn''t driven her car back home, so she agreed. "Sure, thank you."


    She then got into ke''s car and sat beside him while Malcolm drove.


    While they were in the car, ke stared at a document on his iPad.


    After all, he was always one to work at any time and anywhere.


    Suddenly, Yasmin''s phone rang—Victor was calling.


    Apparently, he wanted to know if she''d raised the 300 thousand dors yet.


    Yasmin held the phone closer to herself and said, "I''m working on it, Victor. I''ll most likely raise it in a


    few days."


    ke nced at Yasmin after hearing what she said.


    Then, seeing that the call had ended, he asked, "Did Victor ask you to raise funds?"


    Yasmin put away her phone and said, "Yeah, my dad''spany''s creditors are pressing for


    payment. We need to pay back 300 hundred thousand dors.


    "It''s not that I don''t want to pay you back the money I owe. But the creditors are rushing me for the


    payment, so I have to pay them first," Yasmin exined, worried that ke would take her the


    wrong way and assume that she didn''t want to pay him back.


    ke frowned and warned her, "I had someone to look into your dad''spany. It''s operating fine


    now, so they should''ve been able toe up with 300 hundred thousand dors by now."


    Victor had been desperately asking for project involvement from ke.


    Yasmin didn''t know about this, so she was unaware of Victor''s character either.


    ke, however, was fully aware of it.


    ke then put away his iPad and said, "Be on the watch."


    Yasmin furrowed her brows and pondered about what ke seemed to be hinting at.


    Was Victor lying to her?


    Upon arriving at the studio, Eunice asked, "Yaz, why the long face? Are you bothered by


    something?"


    Yasmin was thinking about the matter with Victor.


    Then, she went up to Eunice and asked, "Eunice, have you listed my bracelet for sale?"


    She didn''t want to sell it off for the time being.


    But Eunice replied, "It''s already been sold for 40 thousand dors. The transaction''s been made,


    and I''ve already transferred the amount to your ount as well."


    After receiving the 40 thousand dors from Eunice, Yasmin finally had the 300 thousand dors.


    However, Yasmin heeded ke''s warning and began to be a little more cautious.


    Hence, she didn''t immediately transfer the money to Victor and decided to wait it out for now.


    She wanted to find out what Victor was up to first before doing anything.


    …


    In the afternoon, Sarah came up from downstairs and informed Yasmin, "Ms. Starr, Ms. Giselle is


    waiting for you downstairs. She mentioned a refund."


    "Refund?" Yasmin asked as she walked down the stairs.


    Meanwhile, Giselle was on the first floor adorned in a floral dress.


    As she saw Yasmin walk down the stairs, her gaze on her seemed to sharpen.


    Yasmin had ruined her birthday partyst night, and Giselle wasn''t going to let her off the hook for it.


    But on the surface, she put on a calm and serene expression as she said, "Yes, Yasmin. The dress I


    requested from your studio a while ago turned out to be a defective piece.


    "I''ve never worn it before, so I brought it back for a refund."