<b>Chapter </b>113


    Yasmin froze at <b>the </b>sight of Giselle.


    ke had spent nearly <b>200 </b>million dors to purchase the vi for Giselle, yet he had refused <b>to </b>return her father’s house to her.


    Yasmin felt a stab of <b>pain </b>in her chest as she realized how generous ke was to his first love.


    Looking around, she noticed the simrities between vis No. 10 and No. 8, which made her miss her father even more<b>.</b>


    She slowly made her way to the backyard, where Giselle was enjoying some dessert.


    Giselle smiled when she noticed her. “This vi is a gift from ke. Isn’t it pretty?”


    <b>“</b>Yeah, it is,<b>” </b>Yasmin replied absentmindedly.


    Giselle then asked, “I heard your family used to live in No. 8. Didn’t ke give you that vi after the divorce?”


    Yasmin didn’t want to answer the question, so she handed the handbag instead. “Ms. O’Shea, this is the bag you ordered. I’ve only used it once. You can inspect it yourself.”


    If she hadn’t scratched it during that one time, Yasmin could have sold the bag for over 300


    thousand dors.


    “Bring it to me.” Giselle waved Yasmin closer.


    Yasmin walked over and lifted the bag.


    Giselle didn’t take it. Instead, she peered at the bag in the box and let Yasmin continue holding it. “Why are you selling the bag? Are you short on money?”


    “Yeah, kind of,” Yasmin answered, feeling her blisters starting to hurt again.


    Giselle pretended not to notice Yasmin’s pain and nonchntly suggested, “Why don’t I introduce you to a part–time job? I heard you know how to y the piano. Why don’t youe and perform during my birthday? I’ll pay you 50 thousand a night.”


    “No, thanks. I’m quite busytely.” Yasmin declined with a smile.


    She was mildly surprised to realize that theing Saturday was already Giselle’s birthday.


    “Is it too little? Then, how about 100 thousand a night? I just want you to y the piano while ke and I share a dance.


    Giselle was clearly trying to humiliate Yasmin.


    After <b>all</b>, she <b>was </b>requesting Yasmin to y the piano while thetter’s husband danced with


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    Feeling irked, Yasmin was about to refuse when she heard Giselle ask, “What brings you here, ke?”


    Yasmin nced over and saw a pair of long legs.


    ke was wearing a ck suit as he walked over with a bag of supplements. “I brought you some supplements.”


    Yasmin naturally stood aside.


    ke, not sparing her a nce, sat down next to Giselle. In a smooth voice, he said, “These are for your health. Remember to take them every day.”


    “I haven’t even finished the ones you broughtst time,” Giselleined tenderly. “ke, didn’t you give Yasmin an alimony? She’s resorted to selling handbags now.”


    Hearing this, Yasmin’s chest tightened.


    ke turned his head, his gazending on the bag Yasmin was holding.


    Giselle continued, “Yasmin was married to you for two years. Now that you’re divorced, she’s just an orphan again. How is she going to survive without alimony?”


    ke chuckled coldly in response. “She doesn’t need me.”


    “What do you mean?”


    “Don’t you know? She’s been growing closer to Erik recently. I don’t have anything to worry about with him around.”


    “I see.” Giselle nodded and turned to Yasmin. “Yasmin, the bag is fine. You can leave it here. I’ll buy it.”Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org.


    “Okay.” Maintaining a smile, Yasmin put the bag down and turned to leave.


    Suddenly, Giselle recalled something and called, “Oh, what do you say about the gig at my birthday party?”


    ke nced at Giselle. “What gig?”


    “Well, Yasmin seems to need money desperately, so I figured I’d invite her to y the piano at my birthday party. I’d pay her 50 thousand dors in return. This way, I can help her at the same time.”


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