Chapter 20
Yasmine stood nearby, watching Ashley’s bright smile with a cold look. She curled her lips in a mocking way. Sebastian didn’t show up, but his “dog” did. After one last glance at Ashley, Yasmine went to find some staff. “Clean up that area,” she said.
“Yasmine,” Hayden said, slouching over with a cigarette hanging from his lips. He handed her a thermos. “Mom made some soup. You should drink it later.”
Yasmine felt a warm feeling inside as she took it.
Hayden glanced at the door and chuckled, putting his arm around Yasmine’s shoulder. “So, what do you wanna do about this lackey?” he asked. “How about we stuff her in a sack and toss her out? Let her be the trending topic with that cheating jerk tomorrow.”
Yasmine slipped out from under Hayden’s arm, holding her thermos as she walked to the lounge.
Hayden quickly followed. “Yasmine, why are you ignoring me? Don’t like my idea? Fine, we’ll skip the sack and just throw her out,” he said.
Yasmine smiled helplessly. “You’re just too close to the camera. I don’t want us to get caught on camera,” she explained.
Hayden looked relieved it wasn’t his fault. He watched Yasmine sip her soup. “Are you really sure about missing Tieline Design’s comeback event?” he asked. He knew how much the brand meant to her and couldn’t understand her choice.
“Then what? Let Sebastian track me down?” Yasmine said with her mouth full of soup. “I signed the divorce papers, but we don’t even know if Sebastian signed them.” She squinted. “You want me back at the Zimmerman residence?”
Hayden shook his head quickly. “No way. Forget it,” he said, lowering his voice. “But what about your Ace identity…”
Yasmine finished the last spoonful of soup, feeling the warmth spread through her body. She closed the thermos and told Hayden, “I used Ace’s fame to attract investors today. It also showed our trump card and warned Bruce’s group.
“So it doesn’t really matter if I showed up publicly or not.” She paused. “The real question is who will get Ace’s sponsorship.”
Seeing her expression, Hayden knew Yasmine already had a plan. “You’ve already decided which company to help, right?”
Yasmine raised an eyebrow. “That’s… a secret!”
A bodyguard knocked on the conference room door and went into the room. “Mr. Guzman, we need you now.”
“Not now. Can’t you see I’m with Yasmine?” Hayden snapped.
Yasmine sighed, “Hayden, I’m too old for you to babysit me.”
Hayden pouted, “Are you already getting sick of me?”
Yasmine just stared at him. “Just go.”
Hayden Guzman’s wild reputation was well–known in Beliston. Yasmine wanted to keep her secret identity hidden and didn’t want to risk exposure because of Hayden.
Hayden walked away, looking heartbroken.
Yasmine glanced at the thermos, her eyes softening. Suddenly, she felt a warm flow below. Her face turned pale as she rushed to the bathroom.
“What’s this Tieline Design nonsense? Pushing that trash brand to insult the Zimmermans!” a familiar voice shouted outside.
Yasmine’s eyes widened in surprise. She hadn’t expected to hear that voice here.
