Wed to the Billionaire Brother of My Spouse by Doris

Chapter 55 Eight Million

A shockwave went through the room.

No wonder she hadn't bitten at the eight million. Bearing Henry a child out of wedlock -heck, that could easily be worth hundreds of millions, no trouble at all.

"You should step outside," Henry suggested to Jasmine.

Stunned, Jasmine gazed at Henry, digesting the revelation. That night... had it really been him?

Fleeing the room in turmoil, she took refuge in the restroom, soothing her jangled nerves with splashes of cold water in an attempt to wash away the tormenting memories of that night. They haunted her like a nightmare, a corrosive presence in her soul.

She chastised herself for not staying alert that night, for surrendering to the drugs in her drink.

She was playing into their hands.

"Jasmine, you okay?" Chloe murmured, noting Jasmine's damp hair on her return. Jasmine shook her head slightly.

"HR needs an info update. Could you fill it out?" Chloe handed over the form.

Jasmine took the form, inhaling deeply. It was asking a lot, even inquiring about her relationship status.

In the space designated for her name, Jasmine hesitated for a moment before writing "Jasmine Avery" instead of her given name.

The name Jasmine Wilson had been hers for over two decades; the first twenty years had been a source of pride while the last few had brought nothing but shame.

Detested by the Wilson family, yet they refused to release her - being ostracized from the family meant keeping their surname was pointless.

Once she had filled everything out, Jasmine handed the form to Chloe.

"Jasmine Avery, that's such a lovely name," Chloe remarked.

Jasmine simply smiled in response, offering no words.

Jasmine worked the reception until ten in the evening, waiting for the night shift replacement to arrive so she could head home.

"Emily's out with a client tonight, so she won't join you on the ride back," she was informed.

Nodding in acknowledgment, Jasmine planned to make her way home alone.

After changing her clothes, she hesitated outside the door before deciding to wait and see when Henry would leave - she had some questions that needed to be cleared up.

She had fled her past with no money to buy a phone, and while Emily had an old phone to give her, Jasmine

the roof Emily

Patrick, everything at the club is arranged to your specifications. Rest assured, no mistakes will occur," an assistant assured Henry

leaders were all-smiles as they saw Henry off into his

nervous glance. With so many people around, she didn't dare

glimpse in the rearview mirror of a figure crunched

drive, but Henry's

asked, "Mr. Patrick, aren't

out of the car, gesturing for his

managers also awaited his

a frown, disliking the pomp of the

exchanged glances and

leaned

behind the corner for a moment and peered out tentatively her heart skipped a beat when she caught Henry glancing in her direction, so

glimmer, as if he were amused, waiting to see

Jasmine rose to her

Henry's eyes seemed to pierce right through her, filled with a profound curiosity. "Was it you... six years ago?" She asked in a whisper, her gaze fixed to the floor. Henry scrutinized her. The woman standing before him now

like a swan on stage, who had caught his eye, was nowhere to be found. Instead, she had been replaced by a timid, dust-covered,

he thought. It seemed all it took was

it was?" Henry

there was to

ago, he had indeed considered bringing that graceful

Jasmine

wait and see her

was for nothing to have happened that night, but that was just a

it was me? What would you do? Blackmail, extortion, call the police?"

dipped even lower.

and Daniel;

one would

up, making her eyes glisten as she lifted her head to look at Henry. "I don't want anything... If it was you, could you just take

frowned. As he watched her closely, he realized this woman, as always, was challenging the very limits he set for

Jasmine blurted out, anxious that he might

crushed his cigarette in the nearby trash can and opened his car door. "Get in." Jasmine stood rooted in place, her anxiety palpable. She

asked when he noticed Jasmine

version of this book

she replied

moment before he spoke again. "Why should I help you?" Jasmine hesitated,