<b>Chapter </b><b>508 </b>
Jasmine didn’t show any signs of nervousness. She quickly put on a bright smile and greeted everyone before taking the empty seat <b>next </b><b>to </b><b>Shermaine</b>. She offered Shermaine a polite greeting as she settled in.
Shermaine nodded in acknowledgment, her gaze drifting to baby Gracie in the stroller.
At two months old, Gracie was fighting sleep, her eyelids heavy with drowsiness.
“Did Gracie have her feeding before you left?” Shermaine asked.
“Yes, she did,” Jasmine replied.
Shermaine had been extremely busytely, making breastfeeding sporadic at best. The milk
drank was either pumped the day before or
purchased fresh from a surrogate mother who provided for families in need.
When others heard how close Jasmine and Shermaine were, envy flickered across their faces. But their envy came too soon–there would be even more to envy as the evening unfolded.
The party began with a live band ying softly in the background. The venue was spectacr, offering a panoramic view of Baykeep’s most stunning scenery.
Jasmine held her wine ss gracefully, chatting animatedly with Shermaine and the others at their table.
She’d always been a naturalmunicator with a quick mind and an easy way with people, Watching Jasmine work the room, Shermaine thought to herself that Jasmine would be perfect for managing Baykeep.
After dinner, Shermaine felt a tightness in her chest. She frowned slightly and stepped outside for some fresh air.
The evening breeze was gentle against her skin. In her hand was something that looked like a cocktail but was actually just juice.
Joshua followed her out. “Why’d you leave?”
“I don’t feel well.”
“It’s almost over anyway.”
Shermaine set down her ss and turned into Joshua’s embrace./
Joshua weed Shermaine’s embrace, pulling her close and gently kissing her forehead and eyes.
Meanwhile, inside the party, Jasmine had gotten thoroughly drunk. Her cheeks were flushed red, but she’d managed to drink several high–ranking officials and military officers from the Baykeep government under the table. Her drinking capacity was truly impressive.
Jasmine was quite popr at the party. Men kept approaching her<b>, </b>hoping for a dance, but she turned them all down. Their bodies just weren’t appealing to her–no way was she dancing with any of them.
Still, they wouldn’t take no for an answer.
With a hup<b>, </b>Jasmine suddenly pointed at Damien, who was quietly eating in the corner. “Whoever beats him gets <b>to </b>dance <b>with </b>me.<b>” </b>
The men fell silent, exchanging uneasy <b>nces</b>.
Damien continued eating, his expression unchanged.
Emboldened by alcohol, Jasmine’s inhibitions had clearly vanished. She raised her middle <b>finger </b><b>at </b>Damien.
<b>Damien </b>rolled his <b>eyes</b>.
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Dinner wrapped up quickly. Jasmine had drunk too much and waspletely wasted, so Damien had to carry her <b>to </b><b>the </b><b>car</b><b>. </b><b>He </b><b>dumped </b><b>her </b>unceremoniously in the back seat.
Suddenly, Jasmine’s eyes snapped open. She grabbed Damien’s tie and pulled him close. “Are you trying to kill me so you can inherit <b>my </b><b>Xyperia </b>
tokens<b>?</b><b>” </b>
Damien looked down at her coldly. “Let go.”
“No way.” Not only did she refuse to let go, but she also decided to cop a feel of his abs.
Her fingers slipped under his shirt, and she grinned drunkenly. “Wow, rock hard.”
The car was a convertible, so everyone nearby could see exactly what was happening.
Damien froze, then shoved her away.
“Hey!” Jasmine yelped as she fell back against the seat. Within seconds, she was out cold.
.
From a distance, Shermaine raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. She didn’t expect that drunk Jasmine would be so bold. She’d probably die of embarrassment when she sobered up tomorrow.
Shirley witnessed the scene too and couldn’t help but smile at the entertainment.
The next morning, Jasmine woke up in a daze. Before she could process anything, several people were fussing over her, dressing her up, and practically shoving her into a sports car.
Shermaine was already waiting in another car.
The sports cars moved slowly, as if they were part of a parade.
Meanwhile, a voice rang out. “Wee our city lords, Ms. Hanks and Ms. Jasmine Farrington<i>.</i>”
Jasmine’s mind went nk. ‘How did I suddenly be <b>a </b>city lord? And waitst night, did I do something absolutely insane? I had touched Damien’s abs!”
Her face darkened at the memory.
The entire day felt surreal to Jasmine. She followed Shermaine through the session ceremony for Baykeep, and the <i>whole </i><i>city </i>celebrated from dawn till dusk. The festivities continued for several days, keeping Baykeep in a constant state of celebration.
Meanwhile, Shermaine and Joshua had already sat down with Shirley at the conference table, discussing their next move–how to bring judgment <b>upon </b>Judy.