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Before <b>long</b><b>, </b>the paramedics cartled the man <b>out</b>. When <b>they </b>wheeled him past, his pants were gone<b>, </b>arid a bloody <b>wine </b>bottle <b>was </b><b>stuck </b><b>in </b>his reti sight <b>that </b>shocked everyone. The reporters were snapping photos<b>, </b>and bystanders were filming with their phones <b>they’d </b>never sean d <b>man</b><b>, </b>pet humited <b>so </b>badly. Was this the perfect cure for long–standing hemorrhoids?
The <b>man </b>was groaning in pain, his mouth filled with agony. A reporter soon recognized him. “It’s Scott! Scott from LIG!”
“Is this the scandal that’s breaking now?<b>” </b>
“Oh my God! Who’s the woman who did this to him?”<ol><li>1.</li></ol>
As the stretcher passed by, Jasmine immediately recognized Scott. Seeing him in such a pitiful state, she was at a loss for words. She wanted <b>to </b>cry<b>, </b><b>but </b>nothing came out.
<b>“</b>Scott! Scott…”
<b>“</b>Move, move, move…”
The paramedics rushed him away, but Jasmine grabbed a service worker at the NO.8 club. “What happened? Who did this to him?”
“We’re not sure yet. We’re still investigating.”
Frustrated, Jasmine tried to consult with the reporters, hoping to convince them not <b>to </b>report the incident, but they were already on their way to the hospital, cameras in tow. She was going mad, unsure how to handle the situation.
Meanwhile, Caitlin and her group had just finished singing and wereing out of the private room. Wendy was half–asleep, supported by Simon<b>, </b>and Caitlin asked Simon to take Wendy home while she would catch her own ride. After they left, Caitlin was about to leave when she ran into Jasmine <b>at </b><b>the </b>front desk. Jasmine was on the phone.
When Jasmine saw Caitlin, she blocked her way.
“Caitlin, stop right <i>thor</i>”
“What’s the matter?”
“What’s the matter? You know exactly what I mean! You’re the one who hurt Scott, aren’t you<b>? </b>You did this to him!” Jasmine red at her.
Caitlin said nothing, so Jasmine took her silence as an admission.
<b>“</b>I knew it! You cold–hearted woman! Look at what you’ve done to Scott! I’m calling the police!”
“Go ahead. Try calling the police,” Caitlin replied.
“What’s stopping me? I’m calling them right now!” Jasmine dialed the police number, but before she could press send, several uniformed officers
arrived.
Seeing the police, Jasmine rushed up to them. “Officer! You’re just in time. I need to report <b>a </b>crime!”
“We’re here to investigate a report. Can you tell us what happened?”
Jasmine recounted what she had seen and pointed at Caitlin. “It’s her! She’s the one who injured my boyfriend!”
Before the officers could take a statement, Mike arrived and stepped in.
“Officers! It’s all a misunderstanding. Thisdy has nothing to do <b>with </b>it. We have witnesses who can confirm <b>it</b>.” Mike led the officers inside<b>, </b>leaving Jasmine fuming.
→ calling <b>you </b><b>really </b><b>know </b><b>how </b><b>to </b><b>work </b><b>things</b>!” <b>Jasmine </b><b>spat</b>.
<b>Collin </b><b>coldly </b><b>sneered</b>. <b>“</b>I <b>advise </b><b>you </b><b>not </b><b>to </b><b>spread </b><b>this </b>around, Jasmine. It won’t be <b>good </b>for <b>you</b><b>? </b>
<b>“</b><b>You’re </b>threatening me <b>now</b><b>? </b>You think I’m afraid of you? You’re the one who hurt Scott. What do you have <i>to </i><b>say </b><b>for </b>yourself<b>?</b><b>” </b>
I’ll tell the police it was self–defense,” Caitlin replied, “Scott could end up facing charges of sexual harassment and never <b>be </b><b>able </b>to <b>clear </b>his name. Not <b>to </b>mention<b>, </b><b>I </b>have evidence that could ruin himpletely.”
<b>“</b>Evidence? What evidence?” Jasmine challenged.
<b>Caitlin </b>raised her phone and yed a recording of Scott’s conversation with her. In it, Scott openly insulted Jasmine, calling her <b>a </b>“flower vase” <b>and </b>admitting he only wanted to be with Caitlin now. The words hit Jasmine like a p in the face.
“Liar! You’re lying! Scott would never say something like that!<b>” </b>
“Believe what you want. Only someone like you would still treat that trash of a man as a treasure.” Caitlin turned on her heel and walked away from <b>the </b>
NO.8 club.
Jasmine stood frozen in ce, her face turning green with fury.
–
Caitlin had called Scott trash so what did that make her? Was she just <b>a </b>garbage dump? All she could think about were Scott’s words<b>, </b>and her <b>anger </b>
only grew.
That scumbag man! After all she had done for him, he had the audacity <b>to turn </b>to Caitlin and be herckey! The betrayal made her sick<b>. </b>
But what could she do? After all, Scott was the man she had “stolen” from someone else. The world knew they were about <b>to </b>get married, but <b>now </b>this scandal had ruined everything. It was driving her crazy.
If the incident got out, not only would Scott’s reputation be destroyed, but hers would be too. She couldn’t let that happen.
How could she get the evidence Caitlin had?
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**Vanderbilt Estate.**
Sebastian had returned home early, in a foul mood. He felt like throwing something, but stopped himself. Why should <b>he </b>be angry because of that woman? Why let her control his emotions?
He called Xavi into the room.
“Mr. Vanderbilt, how can I assist you?”
“Take that woman’s bed and throw it outside.”
Xavi nced at his face, trying to gauge whether he was serious. Was he really thinking of kicking Caitlin out? Not wanting to defy him, Xavi had the servants move Caitlin’s bed upstairs and ced it outside the Vanderbilt estate.
“Done, Mr. Vanderbilt. The bed has been moved.”
Before Xavi could say anything else, Sebastian spoke again.
“Wait. If I throw her bed out, she’ll definitelyin to my grandmother. What if it makes her worse<b>?</b>”
“You’re right. If we upset Beatrice, it could be bad.<b>” </b>
Sebastian sighed. “Forget it. Bring the bed back in and put it in my room.”
<b>2/3 </b>
103 <b>Wed</b>, 28 May
He had changed his mind. He was too filial to upset his grandmother, who was still in the hospital. To avoid stressing her out, he decided to gen Caitlin for now.
Xavi was bemused. It was obvious that Sebastian was too concerned about his pride, suffering in silence.
Xavi had the bed moved back into Sebastian’s room, made sure it was set up, and even h
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Before <b>long</b><b>, </b>the paramedics cartled the man <b>out</b>. When <b>they </b>wheeled him past, his pants were gone<b>, </b>arid a bloody <b>wine </b>bottle <b>was </b><b>stuck </b><b>in </b>his reti sight <b>that </b>shocked everyone. The reporters were snapping photos<b>, </b>and bystanders were filming with their phones <b>they’d </b>never sean d <b>man</b><b>, </b>pet humited <b>so </b>badly. Was this the perfect cure for long–standing hemorrhoids?
The <b>man </b>was groaning in pain, his mouth filled with agony. A reporter soon recognized him. “It’s Scott! Scott from LIG!”
“Is this the scandal that’s breaking now?<b>” </b>
“Oh my God! Who’s the woman who did this to him?”<ol><li>1.</li></ol>
As the stretcher passed by, Jasmine immediately recognized Scott. Seeing him in such a pitiful state, she was at a loss for words. She wanted <b>to </b>cry<b>, </b><b>but </b>nothing came out.
<b>“</b>Scott! Scott…”
<b>“</b>Move, move, move…”
The paramedics rushed him away, but Jasmine grabbed a service worker at the NO.8 club. “What happened? Who did this to him?”
“We’re not sure yet. We’re still investigating.”
Frustrated, Jasmine tried to consult with the reporters, hoping to convince them not <b>to </b>report the incident, but they were already on their way to the hospital, cameras in tow. She was going mad, unsure how to handle the situation.
Meanwhile, Caitlin and her group had just finished singing and wereing out of the private room. Wendy was half–asleep, supported by Simon<b>, </b>and Caitlin asked Simon to take Wendy home while she would catch her own ride. After they left, Caitlin was about to leave when she ran into Jasmine <b>at </b><b>the </b>front desk. Jasmine was on the phone.
When Jasmine saw Caitlin, she blocked her way.
“Caitlin, stop right <i>thor</i>”
“What’s the matter?”
“What’s the matter? You know exactly what I mean! You’re the one who hurt Scott, aren’t you<b>? </b>You did this to him!” Jasmine red at her.
Caitlin said nothing, so Jasmine took her silence as an admission.
<b>“</b>I knew it! You cold–hearted woman! Look at what you’ve done to Scott! I’m calling the police!”
“Go ahead. Try calling the police,” Caitlin replied.
“What’s stopping me? I’m calling them right now!” Jasmine dialed the police number, but before she could press send, several uniformed officers
arrived.
Seeing the police, Jasmine rushed up to them. “Officer! You’re just in time. I need to report <b>a </b>crime!”
“We’re here to investigate a report. Can you tell us what happened?”
Jasmine recounted what she had seen and pointed at Caitlin. “It’s her! She’s the one who injured my boyfriend!”
Before the officers could take a statement, Mike arrived and stepped in.
“Officers! It’s all a misunderstanding. Thisdy has nothing to do <b>with </b>it. We have witnesses who can confirm <b>it</b>.” Mike led the officers inside<b>, </b>leaving Jasmine fuming.
→ calling <b>you </b><b>really </b><b>know </b><b>how </b><b>to </b><b>work </b><b>things</b>!” <b>Jasmine </b><b>spat</b>.
<b>Collin </b><b>coldly </b><b>sneered</b>. <b>“</b>I <b>advise </b><b>you </b><b>not </b><b>to </b><b>spread </b><b>this </b>around, Jasmine. It won’t be <b>good </b>for <b>you</b><b>? </b>
<b>“</b><b>You’re </b>threatening me <b>now</b><b>? </b>You think I’m afraid of you? You’re the one who hurt Scott. What do you have <i>to </i><b>say </b><b>for </b>yourself<b>?</b><b>” </b>
I’ll tell the police it was self–defense,” Caitlin replied, “Scott could end up facing charges of sexual harassment and never <b>be </b><b>able </b>to <b>clear </b>his name. Not <b>to </b>mention<b>, </b><b>I </b>have evidence that could ruin himpletely.”
<b>“</b>Evidence? What evidence?” Jasmine challenged.
<b>Caitlin </b>raised her phone and yed a recording of Scott’s conversation with her. In it, Scott openly insulted Jasmine, calling her <b>a </b>“flower vase” <b>and </b>admitting he only wanted to be with Caitlin now. The words hit Jasmine like a p in the face.
“Liar! You’re lying! Scott would never say something like that!<b>” </b>
“Believe what you want. Only someone like you would still treat that trash of a man as a treasure.” Caitlin turned on her heel and walked away from <b>the </b>
NO.8 club.
Jasmine stood frozen in ce, her face turning green with fury.
–
Caitlin had called Scott trash so what did that make her? Was she just <b>a </b>garbage dump? All she could think about were Scott’s words<b>, </b>and her <b>anger </b>
only grew.
That scumbag man! After all she had done for him, he had the audacity <b>to turn </b>to Caitlin and be herckey! The betrayal made her sick<b>. </b>
But what could she do? After all, Scott was the man she had “stolen” from someone else. The world knew they were about <b>to </b>get married, but <b>now </b>this scandal had ruined everything. It was driving her crazy.
If the incident got out, not only would Scott’s reputation be destroyed, but hers would be too. She couldn’t let that happen.
How could she get the evidence Caitlin had?
い
**Vanderbilt Estate.**
Sebastian had returned home early, in a foul mood. He felt like throwing something, but stopped himself. Why should <b>he </b>be angry because of that woman? Why let her control his emotions?
He called Xavi into the room.
“Mr. Vanderbilt, how can I assist you?”
“Take that woman’s bed and throw it outside.”
Xavi nced at his face, trying to gauge whether he was serious. Was he really thinking of kicking Caitlin out? Not wanting to defy him, Xavi had the servants move Caitlin’s bed upstairs and ced it outside the Vanderbilt estate.
“Done, Mr. Vanderbilt. The bed has been moved.”
Before Xavi could say anything else, Sebastian spoke again.
“Wait. If I throw her bed out, she’ll definitelyin to my grandmother. What if it makes her worse<b>?</b>”
“You’re right. If we upset Beatrice, it could be bad.<b>” </b>
Sebastian sighed. “Forget it. Bring the bed back in and put it in my room.”
<b>2/3 </b>
103 <b>Wed</b>, 28 May
He had changed his mind. He was too filial to upset his grandmother, who was still in the hospital. To avoid stressing her out, he decided to gen Caitlin for now.
Xavi was bemused. It was obvious that Sebastian was too concerned about his pride, suffering in silence.
Xavi had the bed moved back into Sebastian’s room, made sure it was set up, and even helped Sebastian with a bath. Since thest time, Sébastian had
refused Caitlin’s help in the bathroom.
When Caitlin returned from outside, Xavi was waiting at the door.
“Caitlin, Mr. Vanderbilt has already bathed, and your bed is now downstairs.”
“Got it,” Caitlin said, nodding. She walked into the room and found Sebastian resting in bed,
“Mr. Vanderbilt, I’m back.”
Sebastian, unable to shake his frustration, snapped. “What time is it? There are so many young men outside, and you’re back here? If you don’t want to stay at the Vanderbilt family, why force yourself to serve me, a half–paralyzed man?”
Caitlin detected the sour tone in his voice but didn’t get upset. Instead, she casually smiled. “What’s wrong? Are you mad because I went out with other
men?”
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elped Sebastian with a bath. Since thest time, Sébastian had
refused Caitlin’s help in the bathroom.
When Caitlin returned from outside, Xavi was waiting at the door.
“Caitlin, Mr. Vanderbilt has already bathed, and your bed is now downstairs.”
“Got it,” Caitlin said, nodding. She walked into the room and found Sebastian resting in bed,
“Mr. Vanderbilt, I’m back.”
Sebastian, unable to shake his frustration, snapped. “What time is it? There are so many young men outside, and you’re back here? If you don’t want to stay at the Vanderbilt family, why force yourself to serve me, a half–paralyzed man?”
Caitlin detected the sour tone in his voice but didn’t get upset. Instead, she casually smiled. “What’s wrong? Are you mad because I went out with other
men?”
AD