Abadoned By My Husband, Claimed By His Billionaire’s Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

What was the point of clinging to her so-called pride?In San Francisco, her reputation was beyond tarnished-everyone talked about how she was sullied, and how she bore a child for some random guy. Only she knew the truth of that single night.Once her name was dirtied, it was impossible to clean it.If it meant earning enough for Justin's medical bills, she'd do whatever it took.Emily was somewhat taken aback-she hadn't expected Jasmine to agree so readily.During those five years in prison, however they tormented or humiliated her, Jasmine remained unmoved, stoic, and silent, enduring the pain without a plea or a whimper.But it seemed a few days of freedom had given her clarity."Try it out with me for a month first; start with something less risky. I'm worried about what this life might do to you," Emily sighed, tipping the driver and helping Jasmine with her meager belongings.Jasmine had little to her name, just a few pieces of clothing, which were from Richard when she first w

In Boston, at The Club, Emily ushered Jasmine inside, securing her a relatively easy job as a receptionist.With her striking features, fair complexion, and fine figure, Jasmine was a standout at the reception desk."Being a receptionist is all about image, but it can attract trouble too. If a drunk patron bothers you, don't engage call me, got it?" Emily, now the Sales Director, had the clout to protect Jasmine.Jasmine nodded in understanding, "Alright, I got it."Her gaze flitting momentarily to her phone, Emily rallied a group of attractive girls to entertain the guests."Anderson, long time no see! What's your poison tonight? Drinks are on me."The portly man grinned and wrapped an arm around Emily's waist. "You treating me? I've brought some friends tonight; fetch a couple of sharp ones to join the fun."With a knowing smile, Emily followed Anderson into the elevator.Jasmine, positioned at the reception, reflected on the HR department's briefing, committing to memory the faces

A shockwave went through the room.No wonder she hadn't bitten at the eight million. Bearing Henry a child out of wedlock -heck, that could easily be worth hundreds of millions, no trouble at all."You should step outside," Henry suggested to Jasmine.Stunned, Jasmine gazed at Henry, digesting the revelation. That night... had it really been him?Fleeing the room in turmoil, she took refuge in the restroom, soothing her jangled nerves with splashes of cold water in an attempt to wash away the tormenting memories of that night. They haunted her like a nightmare, a corrosive presence in her soul.She chastised herself for not staying alert that night, for surrendering to the drugs in her drink.She was playing into their hands."Jasmine, you okay?" Chloe murmured, noting Jasmine's damp hair on her return. Jasmine shook her head slightly."HR needs an info update. Could you fill it out?" Chloe handed over the form.Jasmine took the form, inhaling deeply. It was asking a lot, even inquiri

Henry raised his eyebrows-they were talking about a woman? Ethan was actually stirring up such a fuss about finding a woman that he was coming to Boston early?The thought piqued Henry's interest. Exactly who was this woman that warranted such urgency from a man like Ethan?"It's settled then. I'll take care of everything personally for Ethan tomorrow night," Henry said, glancing at his assistant to check his schedule. "Push back my appointments for the next few days. I've got to be available for Ethan's stay here in Boston."His assistant caught on to the importance of Ethan, but by the way Mr. Patrick spoke, it seemed like Ethan was merely a pretext.Because Henry's gaze never left Jasmine."Look into the Douglas and the Wilson families. Find out why she's in Boston," Henry commanded. He had been longing for a chance to go to San Francisco ever since Jasmine was released. He never anticipated that she'd show up on his doorstep. Leaning back in his chair with a deep look in his eyes,

In the private room.Ethan pushed open the door, his face a thundercloud as he stepped in.The executives were partying hard, with beauties in their arms and companions by their sides—the atmosphere was one of decadent luxury.Ethan's brow creased subtly as his cold gaze swept the room, but he did not spot Jasmine.Somehow, he felt relieved."Which one of you is Emily?" Liam inquired.The inebriated bigwigs didn't hear Liam's question.Without hesitation, Liam turned on the lights and silenced the music, his voice firm. "Who's Emily?"Being Ethan's assistant, Liam carried an air of superiority that went beyond that of a typical assistant. He had the right to be proud.The bosses looked up at Liam with dissatisfaction. "Who are you..."Someone's eyes finally focused clearly on Ethan, and they abruptly stood up, their head spinning, mistaking him for a hallucination. "Mr.... Mr. Douglas?"Emily was equally taken aback as she rose to her feet. "Mr. Douglas?"Ethan was a man all too famil