The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 41

"Take a look at yourself in the mirror first."

Yasmine Taylor ridiculed him with the same words that he had said before, and snorted disdainfully.

"Then why do you look so angry? Do I owe you money?"

Sebastian Simons raised his eyebrows and questioned her. He actually felt embarrassed initially, but he became irritated by her disdainful attitude. Subconsciously, he hoped that she would be jealous.

The more one did not care about another, the more one desired to be cared about by the person. This was the most extreme mentality of a man who had been hurt.

"I'm angry because you're so stupid, believing Linda's words. You don't even realize what's going

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on.

She did not walk away immediately after leaving the guest room. Instead, she hid outside the door, so she knew that he did not stay to apply medicine for her.

"What about you? How smart are you? Do you dare say that you were not sold by Henry Taylor to our family?" he challenged.

"Yes, I was sold into the family, but I was sold for 18 million dollars. If it were you, you might not even be of such worth," she sneered. Sebastian was so angry that his face turned red. How dared this woman disobey him? It seemed that he was too gentle last night.

Just as he was about to teach her a lesson, her cell phone suddenly rang. She lowered her head and glanced at the number. As she answered the phone, she walked into her secret room. "Hello?"

The phone call was from Henry, and the topic would never be unrelated to interest.

"Yasmine, it's me, Dad."

"Why are you calling me at this hour?" she asked, though she already knew it well.

Sure enough, she guessed right.

"Nothing much. It's regarding the bidding project under Simons Corporation. Could you ask my son- in-law, how do I increase my chances of winning the bid?"

Yasmine fell silent for a while, but did not refuse. She answered calmly, "Okay, I'll ask him, but I can't guarantee that you can get the answer you're looking for. You know Sebastian well. He is scrupulous in separating public from private interests."

Henry saw a glimpse of hope when she agreed. No matter how scrupulous one was in this matter, it was impossible for him to be extreme with his wife.

"Okay, okay, I'll leave this to you then. Yasmine, you're really my good daughter."

He said the disgusting words without any hesitation or guilt. However, it did not matter, because he was not her good father, and she was not his good daughter either.

If family affection could be measured by interests, then there was no need for family affection between them.

Yasmine did not really ask Sebastian about the bidding project, for she believed that her father must have looked for him, but was refused by him, so he came to her for help.

From now on, she was going to be a bad woman. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Her plan had to be carried out bit by bit. The same way, she would let the people who had caused her pain to experience pain bit by bit.

There was no class on Friday afternoon, so she went home early. As soon as she arrived home, she saw Linda and scolded her, "I have no objection to how long you want to stay here, but you should behave yourself. Don't treat this place like your own home and do whatever you want."

Linda was not a person to be trifled with. How could she bear such a grievance? Her face darkened and she questioned, "What do you mean? What did I do?"

"Do you dare to say that you didn't walk around when we were not at home?" Yasmine asked.

"What's wrong with me walking around? Does it have anything to do with you? Madam has asked me to treat this place like my own home. What are you yelling for?" Linda protested.

"If you really just walk around, I won't say anything, but you entered into someone else's room and touch someone else's things without permission. I, as your sister, will lose face and others will say, behind our backs, that the Taylor family is ill-bred!" Yasmine said.

"Who said that? Whose room did I enter? What did I touch?" Linda challenged.

She seemed so frustrated, as she had never been wrongly blamed this way.

"It doesn't matter who said it. What's important is that someone reported it to me. What's this place? This is the Mansion House, the most luxurious house in City B. There are ten times more servants here than in the Taylor family. With so many eyes, do you think you'll never get caught?" Yasmine said.

"Why not let me confront the person who told you? Only a fool would admit a false accusation!" Linda defended.

"You can keep being stubborn. Anyway, I've already warned you. If you don't behave yourself, Madam will personally drive you away. I'll see if you can afford to lose face like that." Yasmine warned.

Linda was completely annoyed. She put her hands on her hips and rushed to the stairs. "I'm going to ask which son of a b*tch is talking nonsense!"

"Stop."

Yasmine shouted coldly at her, "You don't think you've caused enough trouble, do you? Madam Simons doesn't know about it yet. If you continue to make a fuss, the whole family will find out. Even if my mother-in-law says that she doesn't mind, she will still be disgusted inside. No one likes the family to be disturbed by outsiders." These words really stunned Linda. She stopped, but she was still not willing to give in. "Then, do I have to endure this injustice?"

"If you behave yourself, no one will wrong you," Yasmine assured.

"You still don't believe me, do you? I'm your sister. I swear to God that I've never entered anyone's room or touched anyone's things!"

Yasmine sneered, "Isn't it too late to admit that you're my sister? According to my understanding of you, I don't think you've been wronged. You're just that kind of person, aren't you?"

Linda's face darkened again. "I'm guessing you're the one who slandered me. I really can't think of anyone else who hates me more than you do."

"Think whatever you like. Anyway, you can't do anything meaningful except overthinking," Yasmine commented.

"So, you admit it?" Linda asked.

When Yasmine was about to step into the room, Linda stopped her while glaring at her.

"I didn't admit it, you yourself thought so." Yasmine got up and entered the room. Linda followed her in and insisted on her admitting that she had wronged her.

After having enough of being pestered by her, Yasmine shouted angrily, "Don't bother me anymore. Do you think everyone is as idle as you? To put it bluntly, you are no different from a good- for- nothing. You can't share your family's burdens but you keep spending your parents' money. You always boast that you are a respectable lady in our family, but you've never done anything worth of respect. I've been solving all the problems. If I hadn't sold myself, where would my father get the money to pay off all the debts? It's the same now. My father can only come to me if he wants to win the bid for the Simons Corporation project. Yes, my mother may have been a lowly dancer, but in what aspect am I not better than you?"

Linda had been the favorite child ever since she was born, and she had never been scolded for being a good- for- nothing. She was infuriated, and she said hysterically, "Don't flatter yourself. Do you think you're the savior? Do you think the Earth can't spin without you? You're just a little fox trained by an old fox. If my mother didn't stop me, do you think you would have anything to show off in front of me today? You would still be the humble one who's trampled underfoot by me..."

"Don't feel resentful. If you have the ability, just do something practical and show me results. If you can help Father get what he wants, show it off to me. The Earth will still spin without me. Otherwise, I can only think that the Taylor family can't survive without me."

Yasmine's provocation successfully triggered Linda. A sudden rush of blood to her head caused her to blurt out, "Well, just you wait. You'll be convinced!"

"Looking forward to it."

Yasmine shrugged indifferently and pointed at the door. "Please go out now. I'm going to get changed."

"I'd like to see who will have the last laugh." Linda glared at her indignantly, slammed the door and left.

After changing her clothes, Yasmine came to the room next door and said to the woman who was still sulking, "I forgot to remind you that no matter which room you've been to, you're absolutely not allowed to enter your brother-in-law's study. He has many important documents in his room. If you dare take a step inside, no one can save you, including

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me.

"Get lost! Don't pretend to be merciful!"

Linda threw a pillow at her madly, and it fell right into Yasmine's hand. She threw it back again. "If you feel unhappy living here, the main door is open for you any time. Take your luggage out with you, and no one will stop you."

Yasmin, with her impassive look, clearly wanted to watch her being embarrassed. Linda was so irritated that she gnashed her teeth. "I will not fall for this woman's trap. Does she think that I don't know she's just trying to drive me away?" Linda thought angrily.

The sound of high heels gradually faded away, and she began to walk back and forth in the room. For a moment, she really wanted to leave this place, but she could not stomach an insult like that. If she were to leave now, the cunning woman would only look down on her more.

No, she could not be a coward. Everyone in this world could make fun of her, but not Yasmine. If she had to admit defeat to someone she had once trampled underfoot, she would rather die. But

what should she do now? Beg Sebastian? He was so cold to her that she had no confidence at all. Would Sebastian give her a chance to prove herself because of her pleading?

It was late in the evening when Linda was still worrying about it. The servant downstairs came to tell her that dinner was ready, but she made an excuse that she was not comfortable and did not go downstairs. In passing, she asked the servant if her sister and brother-in-law had come back, and the servant said no.

Thinking of Yasmine's warning that she was not allowed to enter Sebastian's study, she came up with an idea all of a sudden. Perhaps there was something she wanted in the study.

After making up her mind, she sneaked into the study room opposite. Before that, she really had never stepped into any room.

The study was so dark that she could not even see her fingers. She groped for a long time before she found the light switch. With a snap, she turned on the light. Not much time to spare, she began searching for anything related to the bidding project in a hurry.

As she was eagerly looking for it, she finally saw the bidding project proposal lying neatly in the middle drawer of the desk.