Wed to the Billionaire Brother of My Spouse by Doris

Chapter 54

Chapter 54 My Child

Jasmine's fingers clenched in fear as she shot Ms. Blanche a pleading look.

"Mr. Patrick," Ms. Blanche rushed over, "she's the new hire, who just finished training. She's our new receptionist. Is there an issue?"

"Lift your head!" Henry's voice was icy, betraying thin patience.

With trembling fingers, Jasmine slowly raised her head.

Henry paused, then let out a chuckle. "Never mind, I mistook you for someone else."

Ms. Blanche heaved a sigh of relief and signaled for Jasmine to leave quickly.

Henry said no more and walked away.

Jasmine breathed easier; it had been five years-Henry had certainly forgotten her by

now.

Once Henry was out of sight, Chloe approached shakily. "That man's aura is just... terrifying."

Jasmine's legs were numb with fear.

Chloe propped her up, chuckling. "Scared, huh? I thought Mr. Patrick had taken a shine to you. That would've been horrifying."

With an awkward smile, Jasmine tried to shrug off the terror.

"Did you hear what Mr. Patrick's assistant mentioned?" Chloe guided Jasmine back to

the reception desk. "The annual commerce banquet is being held at our club this year. We're the biggest club in Boston, you know. They even check diplomas for receptionists! You're lucky-it's a prime hiring season that got you in."

Jasmine nodded. "I heard."

"Do you know who attends these banquets? Have you heard of the Douglas family from San Francisco? They're even a notch above Mr. Patrick." In the world of business, there was always someone higher, with no end in sight.

Jasmine's fingers stiffened, her heart suddenly racing. The commerce banquet would surely bring Daniel and Evan, and that thought alone sent her into a spiral of anxiety.

"Can I... can I take the day off?" Jasmine whispered.

"No, Ms. Blanche said everything's geared towards that day, no one is allowed to take time off," Chloe shook her head.

Jasmine's fingers tightened nervously, her mind racing with what to do next. Staying here put her at risk of being caught and dragged back. And being dragged back meant a sure dead end.

"Jasmine, Room 3688 upstairs needs a fruit platter. The service staff is swamped, and we could use an extra hand," Ms. Blanche walked over and beckoned to Jasmine.

I go? Jasmine isn't familiar with the duties," Chloe offered, thinking she could do it

a fruit platter. I

million, so you must handle it with the utmost care," someone at the service counter pointed to a bottle chilling in an

nothing to

called out as she knocked on

she pushed it

was sitting on a couch, engaged in conversation with several big

Jasmine placed the wine bucket on the table and arranged the fruit

moved quietly, then turned to

waitstaff look better than celebrities. Seems like a waste for such a lovely young lady to be only a waitress," Anderson, who had been whisked away by

were too striking to ignore; long and straight, they were

at Jasmine briefly without

her head

and blocked her path. "Young

taken a shine to this

you, girl, catching Anderson's eye is your good fortune," another chimed in, coaxing

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to form in the palm of her hands;

on the job after three days of training, and

With Jasmine's youthful appearance and fine figure,

was inching dangerously

up for it," Henry declared, his voice steady after a

the spot, with

off guard, Anderson paused, prompting

Jasmine's trembling hands. Her heartbeat raced.

know her? A mother, yet she's kept such

MILF? That's even

not with shame

were like those of men picking out produce

It was an insult.

sly smile on his face. "You gentlemen will

her before,

three years, to no avail," Henry

burning.

foresee the humiliation that Henry was about to

not even Mr. Patrick's

Anderson mocked with a snide laugh, reaching out to grab Jasmine's wrist. "A million for a

his touch as if

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