?Chapter 1091:


    It wasn’t that she doubted Jasmine. It was her instinct. And her instinct told her that Justin Chadwick didn’t sound like the kind of man worth betting on.


    When the transfer went through, Ste turned back to her. “You’re still weak. Want to call him? Maybe he cane keep youpany.”


    Jasmine smiled faintly, her voice soft. “Sure. My phone’s right there.”


    Ste picked it up and dialed Justin’s number. Once, twice, three times. No answer. She tried again. Still nothing.


    The room seemed to grow heavier with each unanswered ring.


    Jasmine frowned and took the phone from her. She tried again, once, then twice, until the screen lit up with an automated voice. “Sorry, the number you’re trying to reach is unavable.”


    Jasmine froze. “No… it can’t be…”


    Her face drained of color as she tried again and again, switching between calls, messages, and voice notes.


    Nothing. No reply. It was as if he had vanished from the world the moment he received the money.


    Ste stayed quiet beside her, watching.


    Jasmine’s bandaged shoulder trembled with every shaky breath. Her pale face, filled with confusion and fear, was enough to make anyone’s heart ache.


    In that moment, Ste realized that Justin hadn’t contacted her even once since the incident. Not to check in. Not to ask how she was doing. Did he even care about her?


    Minutes dragged by before Jasmine finally lowered the phone. She forced a weak smile, her eyes glistening.


    “Maybe his phone is just dead,” she said, her voice breaking. “He’s probably busy with something urgent… right, Ste?”


    Ste reached out and rested a hand on her trembling shoulder, her tone soft but steady. “If you want, I can have my people look into where he is. But since he’s your boyfriend, I’ll need your permission first.”


    Tracking someone down was easy. But this wasn’t business. It was personal.


    Jasmine gripped her hand tightly, desperation flickering in her eyes. “Please, Ste. Help me. Justin must be in some kind of trouble. He wouldn’t ignore me on purpose. He wouldn’t.”


    Ste looked at Jasmine quietly, a mix of worry and something deeper tightening in her chest.


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    Jasmine wasn’t just a woman she had helped. She reminded Ste too much of herself in the past—too trusting, too soft-hearted, always believing love could outweigh reality.


    Jasmine was even more innocent, more vulnerable. And since fate had brought them together, Ste feltpelled to do whatever she could to help her.


    “I’ve sent the money to the ount you gave me. It should go through right away,” Ste told her softly.


    In the digital age, transfers happened in seconds. That one million was probably already sitting in Justin’s ount.


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