Chapter 67 Henry's Fiancée Slapped Jasmine.

Jasmine tried to explain helplessly, feeling more flustered with each passing second.

Over the years, Jasmine had become increasingly inept at explaining things.

Henry grabbed Jasmine's wrist and pulled her closer. "Alright."

The words Jasmine intended to say next remained unsaid as she stared blankly at Henry.

"I'll agree to any requests you have," Henry said, lowering his head to look at the scars

on Jasmine's wrist, remnants of her self-harm.

"Does it hurt?" Henry asked softly.

Jasmine sat on the ground before Henry, her gaze devoid of strength.

Hurt?

Well, everything in her life hurt.

Hell was all around her.

It didn't even matter that she was now out of prison; she was still being tormented by the people she once loved.

"These scars can be removed," Henry said, looking at Jasmine.

Jasmine pulled her wrist back and covered it with her clothes. "No... no need."

Why bother deceiving herself?

"You don't have to go to the club anymore, just stay with me. I can't keep letting you work as a receptionist. If you stick with me for three years, I'll transfer a hundred thousand dollars to Justin's account monthly. The rest will be deposited into your account, and you can use my supplementary card as you please. If you need money for anything, just let me know directly."

Henry didn't know how to make it up to Jasmine, except to fulfill her material needs to the best of his ability.

"No..." Jasmine lowered her head. "I promised Emma I'd help her..."

Henry furrowed his brow. "You need to think it over."

Jasmine nodded and spoke again. "I hope... this remains confidential."

This was for Henry's sake; she no longer cared about her reputation.

Henry reached up and ruffled Jasmine's hair, not giving a direct response. "Want to go

to bed? Was he planning on keeping her company in bed?"

and

"I won't touch you until you're ready, but I hope you won't keep me

glistening, a clear

thought, Henry spoke again. "Are you really

stood up and shook

here, Henry would truly have full control over her

banquet ends, I'll

hurried back

resignation; he had finally obtained his sought after treasure but could only look at it from afar. His desires were stirring up inside him; it

had brought some of this

had been

...

Club.

at work, the staff at the club all

been behaving this way ever since Henry and

started to tread

around, Chloe whispered, "What's your relationship with

looked down. "Nothing... We used to

"Jasmine, you're now the talk of the club.

and noticed

of their colleagues had caught the attention of the usually picky Mr.

become that

perk up and get back to what you should be doing,"

dispersed, and the manager walked up to Jasmine with a smile. "Jasmine, have you had breakfast? The receptionist job

was considering offering Jasmine a move to a better-paying and more relaxed

her head and

then let

and a woman in luxurious attire emerged, tossing her keys to the parking valet before walking

kept her head

manager hurried

manager, glanced around, recognized Jasmine, and walked straight

SLAP!

silenced

realizing who had hit her,

and if you don't kneel and beg me for mercy today, I'll

back at Zelda. "What do

Zelda smiled as she stepped closer to

Chloe finally recovered from the shock and bravely stepped in front of Jasmine. "How can you

manager and security also reacted and

Zelda raised her head proudly, her voice

the second daughter of

looked at the security chief. They

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