Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect

Irene left the Sanchez residence, a bit skeptical, but she decided to be cautious and took a picture of the scene on the surveillance before leaving.

When she went to the Russell residence, she deliberately told Nathan about Yoselin's situation. "Mr. Russell, I went to see Yoselin, and she's not doing well at all. Thankfully, Ms. Sanchez has been helping with the treatment, although her method is quite peculiar-keeping her locked in a room without allowing her to get out of bed for seven days. If it were me, I'd go crazy," she said with worry. Hearing her words, Nathan asked in confusion, "Are you saying that Yasmine has locked Yoselin up?"

Irene immediately sighed. "Well, it's not exactly locking her up. Yoselin is sick right now, and Ms. Sanchez is doing all this for her treatment, something about an absolute bed rest period." She paused and continued, "But it's really hard to watch. Ms. Sanchez is even in the living room, monitoring Yoselin's condition on a surveillance camera. Today I saw on the monitor that Yoselin was curled up on the bed crying. It's truly heartbreaking." Nathan looked serious. "Really?"

Irene took out her phone and showed Nathan a glimpse. "Mr. Russell, it's better you don't look. It'll just upset you."

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s fine, let her out," Nathan said, his eyes fixed intently on the phone screen, the depressing image of a little girl curled up on her bed crying piercing his heart. "Mr. Russell, I'm heading to the company. Remember to take the supplements I brought you." "Alright, Irene," Nathan said, his es devoid of a smile.

Irene didn't go to White Group but instead headed to Russell Group. After a call with the assistant, she arrived at Yonas' office. As she entered, she saw Yonas quickly cover a photo album he was holding. "What are you looking at?"

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she asked casually, sidling up to Yonas, trying to flip the photo over but was stopped.

"What's up?" Yonas asked in a deep voice.

Feeling awkward, Irene stepped back a few paces and began fiddling with items on the bookshelf. "Yonas, I went to see Yoselin today."

Yo**s's gaze turned cold-had she gone to see Yasmine? "And then?" he inquired.

"I didn't see Yoselin. Ms. Sanchez has locked her up, saying it's some kind of new treatment," Irene remarked, almost absent-mindedly.

"You came just to tell me that?" Yonas raised an eyebrow. He knew Yasmine wouldn't harm Yoselin.

Irene didn't expect him to react like that, so she quickly changed the topic. "Dennis sent me the latest order. It's for parts processing from the White Group. I didn't agree. I told him to include the Russell Group too. He should send the order to you by this afternoon."

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Yonas looked puzzled. Why would Dennis send a new order exclusively to White Group? Could he think there's a difference in how the Russell Group handles construction?

"The White Group and the Russell Group have always supported each other along the way, Yonas. I'm not going to take orders on my own." "Thanks," Yonas said.

Upon returning home, Yonas found Nathan waiting for him in the living room. "Hey, Grandpa," he greeted.

"Hmm, bring Yoselin back," Nathan said, his expression serious.

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confines a patient, not allowing them out of bed? Is Yoselin suffering from a broken leg, or is there some other ailment?" Nathan's tone grew colder. Ever since he saw that video, he couldn't stay calm. Although he held back a lot in front of Irene, now that Yonas was back, couldn't remain reserved. +5 "Grandpa, the treatment methods in psychology are different from those in regular departments, and Yoselin's psychological issues have been ongoing for a long time. She gets scared just seeing a doctor, but she only feels a little trust when she meets Yasmine," Yonas said earnestly.

Nathan gave him a deep look. "Even if you disagree, I have my own ways."

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At the Flynn residence, Helen was in her room while her phone kept ringing non-stop. She didn't even need to guess who it was; no one other than Dalton would be calling her.

Three days had passed since the incident, and now it was the fourth day. She still hadn't managed to gather enough money. Even after borrowing from friends, she could only scrape together 8 million. Being able to collect this much was already her limit. The phone buzzed once more, and an MMS came through. Nervously, she opened it; it was a screenshot from a video, showing her lying naked on the bed, with her face completely visible.

She immediately called Dalton, her voice anxious. "Stop pushing me! I can't come up with that kind of money. The most I can give you is 8 million!" Helen was on the verge of tears.

But if those photos really get posted on the internet, she's done for-her life as she knows it will be over. Her brother would kill her, and even her grandpa might disown her. She would become the laughingstock of all of Soucrity, bombarded with insults. As she waited anxiously, Dalton finally spoke up. "Bring the money first. I'll send you an address. Drop it off in half an hour or I'll send the photos. You have three days for the remaining 8 million."

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days? Helen gripped her phone tightly. "Alright." Whatever it takes, she couldn't let him send out those photos. A cold gleam flashed in her eyes.

At the Frostvale Hotel, Helen took a deep breath before knocking on Dalton's door. As the door swung open, she was met with the sight of a nude girl. "Ah!" she screamed, and the girl inside quickly blushed, put on her clothes, and dashed out. Nervously, she walked into the room and tossed the suitcase in front of Dalton. "Here's the money you wanted!"

"Don't forget the rest, three days from now." Dalton lit a cigarette, the smoke wafting up as he opened the suitcase.

It was packed I with cash, and the man's eyes went wide. "Great, I won't send the video out."

Helen nodded and was about to leave when she was stopped. She turned around nervously and found Dalton approaching her with an unsavory gleam in his eyes. "Leaving so soon? We still have time. I'm free anyway. How about I make you feel better?" He leaned close, his warm breath brushing against her flushed ears.

"Get lost!" Helen couldn't restrain herself and slapped Dalton hard before shoving him away. "Don't touch me!"

"You witch! How dare you hit me?" Dalton snapped, grabbing Helen's wrist and yanking her closer with all his might.

Helen was pulled to the ground, landing heavily with a thud as her head hit the floor. She cried out in pain, "Dalton! What are you doing? I already paid you. What more do you want? You came at me first!"

"Shut up, you! Don't act all innocent. You were the one who hit on me that night, remember? You came onto me first, so don't pretend to be a saint," Dalton mocked.