Wed to the Billionaire Brother of My Spouse by Doris

Chapter 173 Jasmine and Daniel's Past

In the office, Daniel opened the folder with Jasmine's name on it, gazing at her ID photo for a long time.

It was the only picture of Jasmine since her release from prison, taken when she joined

the company.

He saved her picture in his encrypted folder, looking at the old photos and videos of him and Jasmine, for a very long time.

Daniel knew he couldn't forget Jasmine; he didn't have it in him. He simply harbored resentment toward her for betraying him-hated that five years ago, she stubbornly pled guilty and went to prison.

Hated her for choosing to hurt him as her way of revenge.

Before her scandal as a faux-socialite broke out, Jasmine had a gentle demeanor, innocent like a budding pure white rose.

In his encrypted photo album, there was a special folder where Daniel had secretly stashed away old pictures of him and Jasmine.

Serena thought Daniel had long since deleted them, but he'd actually kept them hidden. In the photos, a fourteen-year-old Jasmine, clad in her school uniform skirt, smiled with a pure innocence as she led the cheerleading team on the sports field. She was always so radiant, almost glowing.

Despite the crowd on the field, Daniel could always spot her at first glance. Back then, the boys in class were desperate to get a better look at Jasmine; they'd sign up for every track event just to be close enough to watch her lead the cheers.

"Go Daniel, go Daniel!" he'd hear in the video file that he'd watched over and over in the past five years. Jasmine with pom-poms in hand, would chant for Daniel from the sidelines.

That day, he was running the 4x400 meter relay. The second and third runners were lagging, but Daniel, as anchor, turned the tide just because he heard Jasmine leading the cheers for him.

At that time, he and Jasmine were not yet an item.

Youthful emotions were once so pure, filled with simplicity, free from schemes, focusing solely on the white rose they cherished.

"Jasmine, the goddess of class three!" The following video displayed Jasmine performing a solo dance during the closing ceremony of the track meet. At fourteen, she was like a flower bud on the brink of blossoming, breathtakingly beautiful in a manner that captivated observers' attention.

Jasmine had always been a dazzling star wherever she went.

On the stage, Jasmine danced solo in a white ballet costume. The audience was silent

until the end when they erupted in cheers.

"Daniel, do you like Jasmine? Why are you filming her?"

"Yeah, ha ha ha! Daniel's got a crush on Jasmine!"

The video was taken by Daniel from the audience as his classmates teased him.

guys better stay away from her," Daniel admitted openly, without a hint

from class eight also has a

responded with disdain, followed

finished dancing, go give her

up!"

the video ended, and Daniel leaned back in

it was enough

were shots of her in the classroom, and

was always following Jasmine around. "Jasmine, let's be together. From here on

next video, the classmates were egging

face pale and bloodless. Her hair

in high school, it's not 'early dating' anymore," Daniel said with a laugh, sitting at the desk in front of her.

twisted her fingers as the class's noise swelled around them. Finally, bowing her head, she remained silent for a

you all shut

silent, and

she tentatively

the

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it to Stanford University, you can't... you can't fall behind," Jasmine said, looking up at Daniel

"If you tutor me, then I'll

radiated pure beauty, filled with an inner light that was

first?" Daniel

to show off,

was confident and radiant. She didn't believe Daniel could ever

nobody else

I will always protect you." Daniel's

In Ethan's office.

and videos, Jasmine wished

wonder why Daniel still had them in his

Ethan, standing there, sported an

had already sensed the danger and

Mitchell was still clueless.

full of crap!"

in the video, who had promised to always protect

her eyes slightly reddened. There were memories she desperately

well-mannered, never one to curse, actually swearing