The Seventh Miserable Bride novel Chapter 41

"Take a look at yourself in the mirror first."

Yasmine Taylor ridiculed him with the same words that he had said before, and snorted disdainfully.

"Then why do you look so angry? Do I owe you money?"

Sebastian Simons raised his eyebrows and questioned her. He actually felt embarrassed initially, but he became irritated by her disdainful attitude. Subconsciously, he hoped that she would be jealous.

The more one did not care about another, the more one desired to be cared about by the person. This was the most extreme mentality of a man who had been hurt.

"I'm angry because you're so stupid, believing Linda's words. You don't even realize what's going

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on.

She did not walk away immediately after leaving the guest room. Instead, she hid outside the door, so she knew that he did not stay to apply medicine for her.

"What about you? How smart are you? Do you dare say that you were not sold by Henry Taylor to our family?" he challenged.

"Yes, I was sold into the family, but I was sold for 18 million dollars. If it were you, you might not even be of such worth," she sneered. Sebastian was so angry that his face turned red. How dared this woman disobey him? It seemed that he was too gentle last night.

Just as he was about to teach her a lesson, her cell phone suddenly rang. She lowered her head and glanced at the number. As she answered the phone, she walked into her secret room. "Hello?"

The phone call was from Henry, and the topic would never be unrelated to interest.

"Yasmine, it's me, Dad."

"Why are you calling me at this hour?" she asked, though she already knew it well.

Sure enough, she guessed right.

"Nothing much. It's regarding the bidding project under Simons Corporation. Could you ask my son-in-law, how do I increase my chances of winning the bid?"

Yasmine fell silent for a while, but did not refuse. She answered calmly, "Okay, I'll ask him, but I can't guarantee that you can get the answer you're looking for. You know Sebastian well. He is scrupulous in separating public from private interests."

Henry saw a glimpse of hope when she agreed. No matter how scrupulous one was in this matter, it was impossible for him to be extreme with his wife.

"Okay, okay, I'll leave this to you then. Yasmine, you're really my good daughter."

He said the disgusting words without any hesitation or guilt. However, it did not matter, because he was not her good father, and she was not his good daughter either.

If family affection could be measured by interests, then there was no need for family affection between them.

Yasmine did not really ask Sebastian about the bidding project, for she believed that her father must have looked for him, but was refused by him, so he came to her for help.

From now on, she was going to be a bad woman.

Her plan had to be carried out bit by bit. The same way, she would let the people who had caused her pain to experience pain bit by bit.

There was no class on Friday afternoon, so she went home early. As soon as she arrived home, she saw Linda and scolded her, "I have no objection to how long you want to stay here, but you should behave yourself. Don't treat this place like your own home and do whatever you want."

Linda was not a person to be trifled with. How could she bear such a grievance? Her face darkened and she questioned, "What do you mean? What did I do?"

"Do you dare to say that you didn't walk around when we were not at home?" Yasmine asked.

"What's wrong with me walking around? Does it have anything to do with you? Madam has asked me to treat this place like my own home. What are you yelling for?" Linda protested.

"If you really just walk around, I won't say anything, but you entered into someone else's room and touch someone else's things without permission. I, as your sister, will lose face and others will say, behind our backs, that the Taylor family is ill-bred!" Yasmine said.

"Who said that? Whose room did I enter? What did I touch?" Linda challenged.

She seemed so frustrated, as she had never been wrongly blamed this way.

"It doesn't matter who said it. What's important is that someone reported it to me. What's this place? This is the Mansion House, the most luxurious house in City B. There are ten times more servants here than in the Taylor family. With so many eyes, do you think you'll never get caught?" Yasmine said.