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

Chapter 287

Yasmine looked at Donna with a half-smile, "All I know is he accidentally tripped and knocked himself out. How can you accuse me of hitting him when you didn't even see what happened?" He

"You!" Donna's face turned red with anger. "Oh, so you're suggesting he tried to mess with you and then fainted when he failed?"

Yasmine nodded with a cheeky grin, "Exactly."

Donna was about to argue more but then noticed someone hiding behind her. "Who is it? Come out!" she demanded.

As Yonas emerged, Donna felt a hitch in her breath. Of course, she recognized Mr. Yonas Russell.

"Mr. Russell, it's really you," Donna remarked.

"I've got things to take care of, so I'm off," Yonas announced.

Mr. Russell, could you help my cousin Morgan get to the hospital?" Donna pleaded, her eyes locked on Yonas. Surely, he uldn't turn down such a beautiful face.

However, Yonas paid no attention and just turned away.

Yasmine smirked, "I suggest Miss Donna rush your cousin to the hospital." She walked off, leaving Donna glaring after her.

At six in the evening, Yasmine returned to the Sanchez residence, just to find Donna blocking the entrance. "Yasmine, what have you done?" Donna accused, pointing and storming towards her.

"I don't understand what you're talking about," Yasmine replied.

"What do you mean you don't know? I just got my cousin to the hospital and the cops showed up and took him away. Are you seriously saying it wasn't you?" Donna snapped.

Yasmine stared at her with a cold expression. "He was harassing me, so why shouldn't I call the police?"

"But that's Caleb, my cousin! How could you do this? You need to get him out of there!" Donna looked at her in disbelief.

I have no idea about any cousin," Yasmine said with an icy glance,

me what's going

freeze. "Did you really just hit me?" she exclaimed, raising her own hand in response, ready to

here and why he's messing with me, don't you?" Her

it? How else would my dress suddenly rip? You planned this,

sure you end up in there with him." Yasmine shoved Donna aside and walked inside, then coldly instructed the bodyguard, "Keep an eye on the entrance. Don't let any stragglers come in." "Yasmine! You witch! Who are you calling a stray? Get out here right now!" Donna yelled

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narrow alleys, Yasmine in the car weaving through the crowd, wondering why Aunt Ivette had been acting so strangely lately. Irene's issue was still unresolved, and now Donna was

came to a halt in front of a quaint shop that seemed to be straight out of

arranged for her, having discussed the details with the designer. Initially, she wasn't interested, but with an important task at the

was small, its windows covered with thick curtains. Gowns all seemed similar until you actually tried them on to see the fit. Removing the many layers was so tedious that Yasmine broke a sweat just taking them off. She had barely slipped into her new

clutched her chest, stepped

move," came a

around cautiously to see a man

you?" Yasmine's

room, a sales attendant called out, "Ms. Sanchez? Are you alright?" He'd heard Yasmine's earlier shout Yasmine quickly replied, "I'm fine,

curtain back in place, and said coolly, "I'll be

grew louder as about a dozen people burst into the private custom shop, shouting arrogantly, "Start searching?" Yasmine and the man held their breath. The fitting

searching the place,"

is changing. What do you think you're doing?" snapped the store security who rushed

area. If they slipped into this store and something happened to a

"Don't let him in. If it were a thief,

and security managed to convince them, and

said firmly, eyeing the masked man whose aura was full

man replied, looking pale as he walked to the window. He turned back, giving Yasmine

on something hard. It was a watch on the floor, its strap snapped, and the face was deeply cracked. She hastily picked up the watch and its scattered parts, calling out urgently, "Hold on a second. Your Before the could finish, the curtains fell, blocking out the sunlight. The man had already left, as if