Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

Chapter 10

The barbecue party had been going on for over three hours. With drinks flowing and laughter echoing, it seemed like everyone was having a blast.

In the midst of the festivities, Yasmine slipped away to claim her prize, guided by a staff member.

According to Yonas' rules, she could take home any animal she wanted. While she had a soft spot for horses, she ultimately chose a deer-she believed horses needed the open grasslands more.

After making her selection, Yasmine stepped outside, only to be intercepted by a bodyguard. He stood tall and said, "Ms. Sanchez, Mr. Russell would like to see you."

Knowing it was Yonas' inviting, Yasmine followed the bodyguard upstairs. When she entered the room, she found Yonas lounging in a chair by the window leisurely, while Chuck was busy mixing drinks, the ice glistening in the purple liquid. Chuck noticed Yasmine and his eyes lit up. He teased, his tone was playful and laid-back, "Wow, look who's here! You've really got something going with Yonas. He never shares a drink with anyone."

Yasmine couldn't help but examine Chuck closely. He was strikingly handsome, and for a moment, when Yonas spoke, she lost her train of thought. By the time she snapped back to reality, it was just her and Yonas in the room. Yonas smiled, breaking the silence. "Ms. Sanchez, I'd like to ask you for a favor.

later, as Yasmine made her way back

for her in a chair, asked eagerly, "Yasmine, who

Yasmine hesitated but then smiled casually. "Oh,

nodded but didn't

had a few drinks earlier, she couldn't drive. She pulled out her

Ms. Lynch, why not join us for a ride? It's

just give Ms. Sanchez and Ms. Lynch a lift, okay?" Xavier's deep gaze swept over Yasmine before he uttered.

stood behind him, curiosity flashing in their eyes,

frowned and shook her head. Thanks, but we can get

"Yeah, who needs your ride? We've got our

of caution. "Ms. Sanchez, mean

help. No need to make a big deal out of it. Frustration bubbled inside Yasmine. Ima sharper tone, she shot back, "Mr. Flynn,