Chapter 32 Strategist

Jasmine stood rooted to the spot. Her hands were clasped tight due to the turmoil within her. She couldn't bring herself to step into the car, not when she felt so filthy.

"Thank... thank you, but no, I wouldn't want to bother you," she said stiffly, waving her hand dismissively.

Ethan didn't press further. He had considered just driving away, yet the sight of Jasmine limping in the rearview mirror stirred an inexplicable irritation within him.

...

Jasmine didn't go home.

The thought of Richard seeing her in such a disheveled state with cuts on her face and hands would only cause him needless worry.

After all, what good would it do to worry her family if she couldn't change the dire situation she was in?

Once, Jasmine had been the apple of the Wilson family's eye, never having to face injustice or hardship throughout her privileged upbringing.

Sheltered and basking in the light of affluence, she had been oblivious to the darkness at society's fringes.

Stripped of everything, she came to a grim realization-how laughable it was for someone without backing to even think of resistance.

Finding a bench in a nearby park, Jasmine gently touched her forehead and lay down slowly.

Her head was spinning.

At this rate, maybe she'd meet a quicker end.

Staring at the burn scar on the back of her hand, Jasmine's gaze solidified.

it hurt? It had become

had misunderstood

their mutual love could lead to

the Wilson family heiress in high school and if Daniel hadn't taken a liking

nature was

pure, always luring boys.

on earth are you trying to do? I'll tell

boyfriends

high school, rumors and slander could destroy a

others resented the

her again and see what happens," Daniel had once

date," he said later while perched on her desk and reaching out to

hand was suddenly yanked into

Jasmine cried out, trapped in

Haunted by the past.

San Francisco wasn't particularly harsh, but the nighttime breeze cut

blanket tighter around her as a ward against the chilling

"Get up."

her fever, Jasmine thought she saw a figure bathed in the soft glow of the park lights, standing against the light as if he were a divine being

me away?" Jasmine's voice was hoarse,

The man's voice was deep

her eyes, Jasmine murmured, "I'm probably

"Why's that?"

been dead a long time ago..." Her voice was raspy with

mother and the successful heart surgery she had received as part of the Wilson family, she should have died early on. A

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