Chapter 38
As Yasmine Taylor was going downstairs, she bumped into her father, Henry Taylor. When he saw
his daughter, he smiled and said, "Yasmine, you''re back."
"Yes," she said nkly.
"How have you been, staying at your parents- iw''s?" he asked.
"Good," she replied.
"How about work? Is everything going well?" he asked again.
"Yes," she answered.
It was really rare. For the first time, her father cared so much about her. However, it had nothing to
do with a family affection, only personal benefit.
Sure enough, as soon as she walked to the center of the living room, her father got to the point and
said, "I heard that Simons Corporation has a project avable for bidding recently, and ourpany
is preparing to bid. I was wondering..."
"I have no idea about business. If there''s anything you want to know, you can ask Sebastian
Simons directly," she said indifferently.
Henry''s expression froze and he changed the topic awkwardly. "Dorothy, is dinner ready?"
"Yes. It''s rare for Young Madam toe back. How dare I not serve her well?" Dorothy red at
her husband.
"Sister, I''ve packed up. Let''s go."
Linda Taylor ran downstairs happily with her suitcase in her hands. The couple asked in surprise,
"Where are you going?"
"To sister''s house, for a few days," Linda replied.
Yasmine stared at herrge luggage and was speechless. Was she nning to stay for a few days
or a few years?
"Oh, it''s good to stay there for a few days. Otherwise, you both might drift apart." Ha. Since when
were they close?
"Have dinner before you leave."
Dorothy dragged her daughter into the kitchen. After a while, they came out and ordered the
servants to serve the dishes. When Linda thought of being able to see her sweetheart soon, she
was so excited she could not bear waiting for another minute. She hurriedly ate a few mouthfuls of
food and then urged Yasmine to depart.
When they arrived at Mansion House, Yasmine warned Linda before entering, "Mind your manners.
Otherwise, I won''t be nice."
"Got it. Let''s go in," Linda said hurriedly.
The two of them walked into the living room side by side. When Madam Simons saw her daughter-
iw, she was naturally happy. Seeing the girl beside her, she got up and asked, "Who is this?"
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"Mom, this is my sister, Linda Taylor," Yasmine introduced. "Hello, aunt. I''ve been wanting to see
you for a long time. You look much more elegant and kind than I imagined..."
Linda chimed in eagerly. Madam nodded with a smile, "Wee, make yourself at home. You can
stay for as long as you like."
Yasmine looked up and sighed.
The three of them sat in the living room and chatted with one another for a while. Linda looked
around and finally could not help but ask, "Where is my brother-inw?"
"He has a social asion tonight,"
Yasmine replied calmly. In fact, she was very clear that Sebastian was Linda''s ultimate target.
"Oh, I see." Linda deliberately yawned, and Madam immediately said, "Yasmine, take your sister to
rest. She seems to be sleepy."
"Okay, Mom," Yasmine agreed.
Walking upstairs, Linda muttered to herself grumpily, "h! That b*tch calling her ''Mom'' as if she
really got a biological mother. How disgusting and cheesy."
"You can sleep in this room."
Yasmine opened the door of the guest room and brought her luggage in. "The bathroom is over
there. You can take a shower first. Go downstairs for breakfast at 7:30 a.m sharp. Don''t make
everyone wait for you," Yasminemanded.
After giving Linda all the necessary instructions, she was about to leave when Linda grabbed her
arm and said, "Sister, don''t you want to show me your bridal chamber?"
Yasmine was taken aback for a moment, then nodded calmly and said, "Yes, I can, but..."
"But what?" Linda interrupted.
"You should take a shower. Your brother-inw is a clean freak. He won''t be happy if hees
backter and finds you giving off a smell," Yasmine said.
Linda smelled herself and grumbled gloomily, "Alright."
As soon as Linda grabbed her clean clothes and walked into the bathroom, Yasmine immediately
went into the next room and locked the door. Then, she quickly brought her clothes and daily
necessities back to the main room and removed the drawing. After doing all this, she took out her
mobile phone and called Sebastian Simons, wanting to inform him in advance, so that he would not
come back suddenly and identally expose her lies.
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is unreachable. Please tryter..."
No way, unreachable? Yasmine''s heart tightened and she tried again, but it still could not get
through. She was starting to get anxious. ording to her understanding of Sebastian, if she did
note up with a n with him in advance, he would not cooperate with her like a puppet on a
string.
Linday in the bathtub and closed her eyes, thinking about her mother''s warning before leaving.
"Remember to carefully observe whether the cunning woman is treated as well as thest time
when she came back. I have always thought that she might be acting. Rumors of Sebastian being a
strange man have been around for a long time. How could it be possible that the cunning woman
subdued him as soon as they got married..."
Linda came here with a mission and great affection. She vowed in her heart that one day, she would
be thedy of the house.
After stepping out of the tub and getting dressed, she put on delicate makeup in front of the mirror.
She then sprayed perfume on her body and walked out of the room with satisfaction.
Sebastian drank some wine that night, but he was still sober. When he went upstairs, he happened
to meet Linda who wasing out of the room. When she saw him, she rushed over in surprise
and eximed, "Brother-inw, you are back."
His body stiffened. After a while, he came to his senses and asked in fright, "Why are you at my
house?"
"Surprise! I came here with my sister because she insisted that I stayed for a few days..."
she lied without blinking an eye and even feigned shyness.
At this moment, the door suddenly opened. Yasmine stood between them with an uneasy look in
her eyes. She pulled Sebastian over and said to her sister, "Please wait for a moment. I have
something important to discuss with your brother-inw. You cane in after that."
"Well, then I..."
Before Linda could finish her sentence, the door was mmed shut. She stomped her feet in
annoyance, turned around, and went back to her room.
Sebastian gazed at the woman in front of him sharply. As soon as he entered the room, he noticed
that there were some things that should not have been in his room. He thought, "This woman is
bing bolder. She has the guts to make decisions without my consent."
Yasmine lowered her head in guilt, not knowing where to begin. In actual fact, she had not thought
of a great enough excuse that would earn his understanding.
"Don''t tell me that I have to pretend to be a good husband in front of your sister again," he
assumed.
"...Please," she begged.
Ha. She was unexpectedly quite straightforward. Sebastian sneered and lifted her chin, forcing her
to look into his eyes. "Would you be less vain?"
"This has nothing to do with vanity," she defended.
"What does it have to do with? Reputation? Do you know that I''m the one who is suffering just
because you want to keep your reputation?" he asked.
"It has nothing to do with reputation," she dered.
"Then, what does it have to do with?" he questioned.
Self-esteem. It was self-esteem. But, some things are meant to be kept to oneself. Hence, said that
in her heart.
She did not need anyone in this world to understand her. Her greatest desire in life was to let those
who did not want her living a good life see her having a good life. In fact, an excellent one.
"Why aren''t you saying anything? Do you have nothing to say, or did I guess it right?" he prompted.
"Well, you can think whatever you want. But now, can you do me this favor?" she asked.
Noticing eagerness in her eyes, Sebastian shook his head mercilessly and said, "I''m sorry, I''m not
your savior. Since you brought her here yourself, you have to solve this problem yourself."
After he said that, he began to untie his necktie, showing no intention of helping her.
Yasmine exined helplessly, "I didn''t want to bring her here. She insisted on following me here."
"You took her with you as she wished? Were you so confident that I will help you?" he questioned.
"What else can I do? If I keep on refusing, my family will misunderstand. They thought that I had a
good life when I went back previously," she answered.
"Oh, so now it''s my fault, and I shouldn''t have cooperated with you the other time?" he sneered.
"That wasn''t what I meant..." Yasmine paused for a moment and said, "To be honest, I really was
overconfident. I thought that we were friends when you said that you wanted to befriend me that
night. Shouldn''t friends help each other? If you ever need me, I will definitely help you no matter
what, being your only female friend."
Sebastian did not expect her to say such moving words. Sure enough, this woman was
exceptionally smart and shrewd.
After a brief hesitation, he agreed. "Well, I''ll make an exception again to help you."
Before Yasmine could say anything, he made it clear, "But, I can''t let you sleep on my bed."
"I know that. We just have to feign intimacy in front of her. At night, I''ll still sleep in my own room,"
she promised.
"That better be the case. If you dare cause me any more trouble, don''t me me for being
heartless," he threatened.
After making another promise, Yasmine opened the door and let Linda, who had been waiting
impatiently, into the room.
"Brother-inw, are you tired after a day''s work?" Linda asked.
"I''m not tired," he replied.
"Would you like a ss of water? I''ll go downstairs and get it for you," she offered.
"No," he rejected coldly.
"Are you free this weekend? I''d like to invite you to my ssmate''s party," Linda said.
"I''m not free," he rejected once again.
No matter what Linda said, Sebastian replied briefly and coldly. But, she was like a cockroach who
could not be defeated; not giving up asking questions even after being given the cold shoulder a
few times. This made Yasmine think, "She''s not truly interested to visit the mansion, but she just
wants to see this brother-inw of hers."