That night, Yasmine turned back and forth on the bed, but she didn't ask Sebastian about anything. If he didn't want her to worry, she couldn't let him down.
She called Fynn at noon the next day when Sebastian was out. She went straight to the point and asked him, "Did Sebastian encounter any problem these days?"
Fynn Jaymond didn't say anything. Obviously, he didn't want to tell her.
"Do you really love Tiffany? Do you know how worried you can be when you love someone? Fynn, if you really love Tiffany, please tell me about it."
Yasmine's words shocked Fynn a little. Fie sighed softly, "Yes, we encountered some problems."
"What happened?"
"It's all because of your sister, Linda. She's always against us. President Sebastian had initially planned to take over the shares in Claudine's hands within a month. Now, because of Linda's intervention, the plan had not gone well. Claudine also took the opportunity to make a mess. There were some issues with the construction of the border town. Ah... In short, President Sebastian is facing trouble from both sides."
Yasmine's heart ached terribly. She just knew that Sebastian might be troubled, but she didn't expect it to be so serious. No wonder he was frowning so deeply last night. He must have been extremely exhausted. After all, he was taking care of everything on his own.
After ending the conversation with Fynn, Yasmine went back to the office to organize things on her desk. She then left the company with her bag.
There was only one thought in her mind at that moment. She drove fast and stopped in front of a villa. It was a place which she had stayed at for nearly a decade. However, it was not a nostalgic place for her.
Standing in front of the door of the villa, she could not help but admit that Linda had really turned the tables this time. This house, which had been sealed by the court, had actually been redeemed.
After taking a deep breath, she stepped into the living room. An unfamiliar- looking servant came forward and asked, "Miss, who are you looking for?"
"Is Master Taylor here?" She asked with a poker face.
"Master Taylor is in the study. Please wait for a moment. I'll inform him of your arrival."
Yasmine walked to the couch and sat down. This place was still the same as what she had remembered. After a while, she heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind her. She slowly raised her head. Her eyes met Henry Taylor's.
Henry's face immediately darkened upon seeing her. He then asked coldly, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to see you."
"You're here to see if I'm dead, right?" Henry's question was filled with sarcasm. It was not difficult to hear his resentment towards Yasmine.
"Do you think that you would still be alive if whatever I wished for could come true?"
Yasmine refuted calmly, rendering Henry speechless.
He knew clearly that there was an anonymous person who sent him food and clothes when he was in the prison over the past few years. Although that person had never appeared before him, he knew that it was Yasmine.
Yasmine had left B City for two years, but she still took good care of her father. She couldn't send things to the prison in person but she still sent them by express delivery.
She had never expected Henry to be grateful to her. She was just doing what a daughter should do, even though she completely had the right to ignore this heartless man.
"Tell me, why are you here?"
After a moment of silence, Henry broke the silence. He was sure Yasmine would not appear in this house without any reason.
"You should persuade your precious daughter, Linda."
"What did she do?"
"She has been fighting against Sebastian. I know it's futile to look for her, so I could only put my hopes on you."
Henry lowered his eyes, "Linda is not as powerful as you thought she is." "She is not powerful. She just found a powerful man."
"What do you want me to do then?"
"I said, I hope you could stop her. The reason why you could still stand on this land is that I showed mercy at the beginning. Do you want to force me to the edge now?"
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