Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak

Chapter 92

"Erik likes Giselle, so you can't win him over," Blake said with a dark expression. "Ivan won't marry you either, so stop dreaming."

"Who knows? With my looks, maybe I have a chance?" Yasmin tilted her head as she suddenly burst into laughter.

"Why are you laughing?"

"I'm laughing at how naïve you are. How naïve can the president of the Windmere Group be?

"If I work with Ivan, what do I have to lose? At most, he'll try to take advantage of me. If that happens, I'll just play the role of an innocent bunny. If it goes smoothly, I'll be an international designer in no time.

"By then, I'd have become a celebrity. At the very least, I could get a lot of attention and money. I have nothing to lose. "

"Are you crazy?" Blake calmed himself down. He couldn't understand her at all. "I told you to give it two years. I'll make sure you become an international designer."

"I don't want to wait two years," Yasmin interrupted. "I want it now. If you can't do it when someone else can, why should I wait for you?

"Blake, I'm an adult. I'm not going to listen to your empty promises anymore."

Blake was stunned. His vision blurred as he felt his chest tighten.

He looked at Yasmin. A smile lingered on her lips as she declared, "I've already made it clear—from now on, I don't need you to interfere in my life."

She stormed out of the room.

Blake's chest felt like it had been filled with cotton, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Erik walked in and, seeing the tense atmosphere, called out to him, "Blake.

In one swift motion, Blake threw a pillow at him. His eyes were stone cold. "Did you seduce her?"

Erik's heart skipped a beat as he replied, "No, she seduced me."

He had heard the argument between Blake and Yasmin just now. He hadn't expected her to say all that.

In her effort to get a divorce, she unexpectedly claimed that she was the one who seduced him.

So Erik decided to help her once more.

After all, their common goal was to see Blake and Yasmin separated.

Erik continued, "Blake, that woman is really stubborn. During my time at Oak Garden these past few days, she would greet me in the hallway every day and even ask for my phone number."

Blake stared at him coldly. He didn't believe Erik. "No way. She wouldn't do something like that."

"Blake, I really do have her number. If you don't believe me, I can prove it." He had, in fact, gotten the number from Giselle.

Blake frowned. "How do you prove it?"

"I'll set up a meeting with her, and you can see if she actually shows up."

Yasmin was in her room organizing her sketches when she got an unexpected call from Erik. "Yasmin, come down to my car." Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Why should I?" Yasmin replied in an annoyed tone.

"I'll tell you how to get a divorce if you meet me."

Yasmin hesitated.

She wanted to put an end to this matter as soon as possible. Once it was settled, she could finally be free.

Finally, she decided to go downstairs.

Dressed in a chiffon dress, she left the mansion step by step.

In the courtyard was a Pagani.

From her angle, she could see a man sitting in the car with his legs crossed. He radiated a sense of nobility.

"Erik." Yasmin knocked on the car window without looking at it. "I'm here. Spill it."

The window rolled down slowly, revealing Blake's handsome, icy face.

Even though he was dressed casually, he had a commanding presence that sent shivers down her spine.

Yasmin's breath caught.

Why was Blake here?

Then she heard Blake say, "Coming down in the middle of the night to see Erik? You even changed your clothes. Are you trying to seduce him?"