Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak

Chapter 114

Yasmin turned around and replied softly, "No, thanks. Our studio has been busy with a collaboration lately, so I don't think I have the time to go."

"Is it the collaboration with NAS Group?" Giselle asked.

"Yeah," Yasmin confirmed.

Blake's demeanor turned ice cold as he learned that the two had still ended up partnering together.

After Yasmin left, only Giselle and Blake remained in the backyard. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Giselle was wearing a sexy spaghetti-strap dress. In a calculated move, she leaned forward to hold Blake's hand, revealing her cleavage.

She asked softly, "Why don't you sleep over tonight? I'll ask the maids to prepare your things."

It was a blatant invitation.

This wasn't the first time she was making a move, but he always pretended not to notice.

His expression was stoic as usual as he replied, "I'm busy tonight."

With that, he stood up and left.

…

At the villa gate, Yasmin received Ivan's call. "Yasmin, your Porsche has been repaired. Do you want me to bring it over to you?"

Yasmin finally remembered that her car had been sent for repairs after being damaged during the accident.

Her feet still felt sore, so she replied, "Can you deliver it to No. 8, Newphoria Bay?"

She wanted to take a look at her former home.

"Sure."

"Thank you," Yasmin replied before walking over to No. 8.

The gate was locked, and the yard was covered in fallen leaves, making the house look cold and abandoned.

Just then, another car drove past No. 8.

Malcolm said, "Sir, it's Mrs. Ford."

Blake, who was sitting in the back seat, looked up and spotted Yasmin standing at the villa gate. Despite the cold wind, the gorgeous woman was gracefully observing the plum blossoms in the yard.

"Is she short of money lately?" Blake asked softly.

"Didn't she return to the Starr family home yesterday night?" Malcolm hinted. Every time Yasmin returned home, the Starr family would come up with countless excuses to ask for money or projects, which was why Blake never liked them.

"Go find out what's going on," Blake ordered.

Tentatively, Malcolm asked, "Sir, do you plan to help Madam solve this issue?"

Before Blake could answer, the pink Porsche Yasmin had sent for repairs rolled up the street and pulled up in front of her.

The car window rolled down to reveal Ivan's handsome face. "Here you go, Yasmin."

Yasmin was surprised. "Mr. Burke, you didn't have to come in person."

"I'd just gotten off work anyway, so I thought I'd take a drive," Ivan responded with a small smile.

Yasmin smiled back.

"Is this your former house?" Ivan asked, glancing at the villa.

"Mm-hmm."

Yasmin nodded before sensing a gaze. She turned her head and met Blake's stern expression.

Recalling Giselle's villa, Yasmin decided to ignore him. She straightened her spine and said to Ivan, "Look, the plum blossoms in my yard are blooming."

Ivan peered over.

The white plum trees planted in the yard danced beautifully in the cold breeze.

Getting out of the car, Ivan walked over and stood next to Yasmin outside the gates to admire the scenery.

"Drive," Blake ordered coldly.

Malcolm immediately stepped on the gas pedal. After a moment, he asked, "Are you going to solve Mrs. Ford's issues with her family?"

"Forget it." Blake averted his eyes from Yasmin, scowling.

Malcolm was confused. "What do you mean?"

"You don't have to do anything," Blake hissed. "Let her suffer. She won't know how dangerous the world can be if she doesn't experience it herself."