Chapter 16
Linda Taylor angrily went to look for Dorothy Ryles, and got into a hysterical fit, "Are you even my
biological mother?"
Dorothy got so shocked by her question. She quickly covered Linda''s mouth in case Sebastian
Simons would hear her. She frowned and reprimanded, "What''s wrong with you? If I wasn''t your
biological mother, who else am I? Your stepmother?"
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"I don''t think so. If you did not butt in when dad wanted me to marry the Simons, how would that
woman get a chance to show off to me now?"
Linda''s anger started piling up like bricks. She was stamping her feet. "Now that she''s put in a better
ce, she''s on her high horse and even had the audacity to humiliate me!"
"What? Yasmine humiliated you? How?"
Dorothy had her hands on her hips now, exposing her ferocious character.
"She said that Sebastian wouldn''t even look at someone like me!!" Lindained while sobbing.
"How dare that dirty woman go above me, thinking that she ''s something, with some average looks.
Humph, let''s see how would I treat her when she gets divorced." Dorothy was seething.
"What are you even talking about? Sebastian is so nice to her. Can''t you see that? She is much
better than her mother. You gave my happiness to her. This is your fault! I hate your guts!"
Linda shrieked at her mother with all her might onest time. She turned around and ran away,
crying.
Dorothy stood rooted for a while. She got so depressed seeing how well Sebastian was treating
Yasmine Taylor. Let alone the fact that her precious daughter had fallen for Sebastian. She initially
thought Yasmine would suffer by marrying to Sebastian, but she failed. Now, Yasmine had revived
like a phoenix from the mes, living her sweet life!
Things could not get more depressing than this. Dorothy started hating herself too.
Yet, she could only keep all these within her for now. Sebastian was someone they could never
mess with. If the Taylors built a rapport with the Simons, they would have a booming business in
times toe.
The lunch was ready. Sebastian was seated at the VIP seat. Yasmine sat next to him and opposite
her, sat Linda. The servants quickly served delicious, mouth-watering dishes prepared to the finest.
Henry Taylor got out two bottles of his most treasured liquors and chuckled, "Sebastian, you can''t
leave without getting drunk today!."
Sebastian had good alcohol tolerance. He did not even wince when drinking continuous shots. He
was evidently still conscious, and served Yasmine some food, saying, "You like this the most. Eat
more."
Yasmine''s eyes shed a trace of surprise. She stared at the crab w Sebastian gave her. "How
did he know I liked crabs?" Yasmine thought, in a daze.
Obviously, they hadn''t gotten close enough to know each other''s preferences. Moreover, Sebastian
did not seem like he would pay attention to what women liked...
She was still confused, while Sebastian continued to drink. When she came back to senses, she
realized Sebastian was almost half-drunk,
"That''s enough for today. You have to drive me hometer, remember?" Yasmine gave him a gentle
nudge.
Like all loving couples, she snatched Sebastian''s wine ss away and went to get him a ss of
water.
When she sat down again, she could felt his re directing at her across the table. That re alone
could chop her into a thousand pieces.
As she continued eating, another piece of crab appeared. Yasmine got more incredulous. Did
Sebastian have split- personalities? He was like apletely different person today, acting nice one
moment but nasty the next.
Sebastian saw through her, leaned forward, and whispered into her ear, "Stop wondering how did I
know what you like to eat. Whatever you like is what I hate. As simple as that."
His words implied that the sole reason he remembered, was all because he hated it.