Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak

Chapter 116

Yasmin's breath hitched. "It's me."

"I know." Blake closed his eyes. His voice was hoarse from the drinks.

"Did you have too much to drink?"

Blake hummed in response. In the past, she would always pick him up when he drank too much. So, he waited quietly for her response.

However, the voice he heard after waiting for a long time didn't belong to her–it was Ivan's. "Yasmin."

"Yeah?"

"Wait here for a moment. I'm going to the pharmacy across the street."

"Okay," Yasmin replied.

On the other end of the call, Blake's expression turned hard. "You're with Ivan?"

"Mm-hmm." Yasmin nodded.

Blake's grip tightened around the phone. It was already past 11:00 pm, so why were they still together?

Were they planning to spend the night together?

With a scowl, he commanded, "Come here."

Not liking his sudden domineering tone, Yasmin frowned before replying, "I'm not your wife anymore, Blake. You have no right to order me around. Call a driver if you're drunk. I don't have

time to pick you up."

Blake chuckled coldly.

Annoyed by his sneer, Yasmin added, "Don't call me unless it's something urgent."

"Fine, bye." Blake ended the call.

Yasmin stared at the dark screen, feeling down.

"Yasmin." Ivan emerged from the shop across the street and handed her a tube of ointment. "This is for you."

Yasmin was puzzled. "What's this for?"

"You seem to be walking strangely tonight. You have blisters on your feet, don't you?" Ivan's eyes were filled with concern.

Yasmin smiled, surprised. "You noticed?"

"Yeah. Did you hurt your feet?"

"Walking too much gave me two blisters." Yasmin never liked others' pity, so she hid the fact that she actually had six blisters.

Still, Ivan insisted on giving her the ointment. "I've already bought it, so you might as well take it. Remember to apply it when you get home."

"Thank you, Mr. Burke." Yasmin accepted the tube.

Just then, Ivan's secretary, Summer pulled up in front of them and greeted, "Mr. Burke, Ms. Starr."

Bidding Ivan farewell, Yasmin returned to her studio and applied the ointment to her blisters.

Afterward, she checked her balance and saw that the money for the handbag had been credited.

She now had a total of 270 thousand dollars.

This meant that she was still 30 thousand dollars short of the 300 thousand dollars.

Yasmin began searching for her broken bracelet.

It was the only piece of jewelry she had left, and it was something Blake had bought her after lots of pestering.

Yasmin held the bracelet to the light and examined it silently.

Then, she rang Eunice up. "Eunice, can you help me sell a piece of jewelry?"

Yasmin wanted to sell the bracelet to pay off her father's debt.

Besides, out of sight, out of mind.

Eunice asked, "Are you short of money, Yaz?"

Eunice was an observant person and noticed immediately. Although her family was wealthy, her mother was just a stepmother who lived with the rest of the family. As such, she didn't hold much power.

Yasmin didn't want to trouble her friend, so she said, "No. I just want it out of my sight since it's something Blake gave me."

When Eunice heard that it was a gift from the scumbag, she immediately agreed. "Okay, I'll take care of it for you tomorrow!"

Yasmin smiled. Eunice was still being very nice to her. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

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Soon, it was Saturday.

At 7:00 pm, the studio's phone rang.

There was no one else working at this time, so Yasmin went downstairs and answered the call. "Hello?"

"What's the matter with you, Yasmin Starr? Why did you guys send Giselle a ruined dress? Did you do this on purpose so she'd embarrass herself at the banquet?"

It turned out that Giselle's birthday banquet was tonight.