The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 46

Yasmine Taylor turned her face away unhappily and stared at the flashing neon lights outside the window. It was only yesterday that he said that he wanted to have a baby with her. But today, he turned hostile to her. This man was more fickle and more unreliable than she could believe.

Sometimes he treated her well, and sometimes he did not. Under the torture of his serious mental issues, she was almost unable to tell if reality was good or bad.

Sebastian Simons made a few phone calls on the way, saying the same thing, "Come out for a drink. Usual place."

Yasmine did not know who he invited but she did not ask. Anyway, he would not say anything even if she asked, and she would be asking for a snub.

The car finally stopped after a crazy journey. The place where it stopped was the largest entertainment center in the city, Royal Rose.

"Get out,"

the man next to her ordered coldly. She hesitated. Although she was not an open woman and did not often come to such a place, she had heard of Royal Rose and it was said to be a very rowdy place.

"I'm a school teacher," she said plainly.

"So what?"

"Isn't it inappropriate for me to come to this kind of place?"

He sneered and said, "Who asked you to come? Don't forget that you're the one who shamelessly wanted to follow me. No one forced you."

After saying that, he walked to the entrance of the entertainment center by himself. Yasmine was rooted to the spot and did not know how to react, but she forced herself to follow him in.

At this moment, she finally understood what his frightening smile meant.

It was indeed a top club. It was as large as a palace, and the interior design was intricate. Yasmine followed Sebastian closely, afraid that she would lose her way if she was not careful enough.

Sebastian's footsteps stopped in front of the door of private room number eight, and the waiter opened the door reverently. There were already about four people sitting inside. All of them were dressed in branded clothes, she could tell that they were all toffs at first glance.

"Master Sebastian, long time no see."

"Master Sebastian, why do you have time to invite us out for a drink today?"

As soon as the people in the private room saw him, they greeted him one after another. Yasmine stood outside the door, hesitating whether or not she should follow him in.

"Come in."

Before she made up her mind, Sebastian had already given orders, and there was no way back. She could only take a deep breath and walk-in.

"Hey, who is this?"

"Could she be Master Sebastian's seventh wife?"

"Master Sebastian, you are so blessed. You literally change wives like changing clothes, and every wife is more stylish than the previous one..."

"Not only more stylish, but also of higher quality."

In the face of the teasing voices, Yasmine broke out in cold sweat. What did she do to deserve this? To be put here like an object for a bunch of perverts to watch for the sake of that temperamental guy?

Sebastian sat down indifferently, completely ignoring her difficult situation. She silently walked to his side and was about to sit down when he glared at her and said, "Don't sit here."

The atmosphere became indescribably awkward in an instant as Yasmine did not know whether to sit or not. However, the men waved to her and said, "Beauty, come here... Beauty, come here... Beauty, they are both perverts. You're the safest with me." NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Huh! Yasmine was completely speechless. What did they think she was? A bar girl? She glanced at Sebastian. Sure enough, birds of a feather flock together. He was a good-for-nothing, and his friends were also a bunch of rubbish.

She did not sit next to the four horrible men, but sat on the only empty sofa, in front of Sebastian. That was to say, as long as she sat down, she could see him clearly.

"Why don't we hire some girls tonight?"

Sebastian's casual words shocked his friends and they looked at each other in disbelief. Jeremy Urs asked in surprise, "Did you say something by mistake or did we hear it wrong? Don't you hate women the most, Master Sebastian?"

"It depends. Women who pester are annoying, while well-behaved and obedient women are pleasing."

When he said this, it was obvious that he was saying it to Yasmine.

"Is Seventh Madam the former or the latter?"

Jeremy continued to tease him.

Marcus Zaneson immediately spoke, "Is there a need to ask? Look at Seventh Madam's dignified and virtuous appearance, she must be very obedient."

"That's not necessarily true. Some people pretend to be obedient on the outside, but in fact, they are very rebellious. Don't be blinded so easily."

Yasmine glared at the man in front of her while gritting her teeth. If there was any dissatisfaction, he could tell her directly. Was it necessary to satirize her like this?

As soon as she looked away from him hatefully, she was shocked to find that Sebastian's words seemed to make these scumbags more interested in her. Each of them looked at her boldly and teased her.

Her heart was full of grievances and hatred, but she did not show it on her face. She would not be fooled by him. The reason why he made her so embarrassed was that he wanted to infuriate her and make her buzz off sensibly.

She would rather suffer all the grievances than let him achieve his goal. This was the only chance to repay the kindness of her parents- in- law who treated her as their own child.

Thinking about this and persevering, she put aside all the distracting thoughts in her mind and smiled. "My name is not 'Seventh Madam1. My name is Yasmine Taylor. Nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too. Can I shake hands with you?"

Jeremy hurriedly got up and sat down beside her. Immediately, the other three men followed suit and four hands stretched out to her at the same time.

She shook their hands one by one benevolently. She was not too enthusiastic to any one of them, nor was she indifferent. She was admirably decent.

Sebastian looked at the scene in front of him and suddenly made an incredible proposal, "Let's play dice. But instead of gambling on money, let's gamble on people."

"Gamble on people?"

Everyone, including Yasmine, was shocked by his proposal. How could this guy take people as a bet for gambling?

"Yeah, whoever loses will leave his wife for everyone to have fun with,"

Sebastian said in an astonishing way. Marcus tried to be calm and said, "Master Sebastian, let's get it straight. Everyone here doesn't have a wife here except you."

"Oh, your female confidantes are also eligible. Are you afraid that no one will give face if you make a Jeremy laughed out loud and said, "I have plenty of female confidantes. But are you being serious?"

"Do I need to sign a contract?"

He raised his eyebrows and the four of them shook their hands. "That's not necessary. Let's make a call right now."

The four people walked out one by one with their mobile phones and the noisy room suddenly quieted down to pin-drop silence. Yasmine looked straight at Sebastian expressionlessly and asked after a long while, "Don't you need my permission to make such a ridiculous proposal?"

Sebastian sneered and pointed to the door of the room. "If you're unwilling, you can leave now. No one will stop you."

He did not conceal his purpose. All his words and decisions were just for one purpose, which was to get rid of her.

"If you're fine with it, then I'll be fine with it, too."

Yasmine tried her best to accept his provocation. In terms of tolerance, no one could endure more than she could.

Thanks to her biological father and her non-biological mother, she developed her endurance well.

She had always upheld the principle "Want of forbearance in small matters confounds great plans".

Sebastian saw that she had no intention to withdraw. Just when he was about to say something, his friends came back inside. However, he used his eyes to signal that he wanted to see how long more she could withstand.

The waiter brought over the dice and wine. Marcus took out a stack of hundred- dollar bills from his wallet and gave him as a tip. The waiter immediately asked with a smile, "Would you like me to get some girls over?"

He waved his hand and said, "No, our support team will arrive soon."

Kaleb Lorris brought a glass of wine to Yasmine and said, "Miss Taylor, try this wine and see whether you like it."

She declined politely, "No, thanks. I don't drink."

"Really? Is there any woman who doesn't drink these days? Don't worry, I didn't drug the wine."

"Sorry, I really don't drink."

The more she refused, the more Kaleb tried to persuade her to drink. As he pushed, the wine cup tilted and the red liquid spilled all over her body. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose."

Kaleb hurriedly took out a handkerchief and helped her wipe her body. Embarrassed, she grabbed it and said, "Never mind. I'll do it myself."

"Master Lorris, you have stained Miss Taylor's clothes. Shouldn't you compensate her with ten pieces?"

Jeremy made fun of him.

"Of course. It's peanuts. Even twenty or thirty of them will not be a problem." Sebastian did not say a word from the start, as if the woman who was teased by his friends had nothing to do with him. Yasmine was a little disappointed when she saw his unconcerned attitude. She stood up and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Standing in front of the washstand in the washroom and staring at herself in the mirror, she took a deep breath and said in a distressed voice, "Yasmine, do you feel aggrieved just because of this? What kind of setbacks and difficulties have you not experienced? This is no big deal. Don't be so weak. Pull yourself together, you can do it."

She turned the tap, cupped a handful of cold water, and patted it on her face. Sure enough, she became more fresh and energetic.

Then, she went back to the private room. Before entering, she took a deep breath again. The moment she pushed the door open, she would have to continue to play the role of a cockroach, which could not be defeated.

Finally, she pushed the door open, and the room had become more lively. Besides the men, there were four more beautiful women who were all charming and flirtatious.

On the table in the center, the gamble had officially started. Her fate tonight was in the hands of a man. However, that man had no intention of winning at all.