Chapter 9
Jasmine’s lips were pale, her legs shaky as she forced herself up to her feet. She turned to one of the property managers. “I was told that my package was left on the
The man frowned in confusion. “But the filth foot is the private gym. Your delivery wouldn’t be up there.”
A sudden thought hit Jasmine like a bolt of lightning Bracing herself against the wall, she stumbled toward the security booth.
The guard’s eyes flickered with guilt the instant be spotted her
she clenched her fists, her voice trembling as she forced the words out. “Who told you to do this?”
The guard stammered an apology. “1-1 didn’t want to, Mrs. Food. It was Mr. Ford’s orders.”
Ir tumed out that Calvin was behind this.
Jasmine nearly laughed at the absurdity of it all. She wondered if Calvin had actually conspired with security to set herop, all over Olivia’s wounded pride from last night
She trembled with fury. The moment she got home, she pluzzed in her dead phone.
Then, she unblocked Calvin on WhatsApp and fired off a message. “You’re despicable, Galvin
His WhatsApp–call connected almost instantly. “jasmine, if you don’t start listening, expect this to happen again.”
For the first time, Jasmine cursed at him. “You’re such an asshole, Galvin!”
hung up and blocked him again.
Calvin fumed and turned to Vanessa, “All I told you to do was cut the power and water for one night to teach her a lesson. Was that really enough to make hereall me an asshole?”
Vanessa hesitated. “Well I didn’t expect Mrs. Food to take it so badly.”
In the next room, Olavia watched the footage of jasmine stuck in the elevator with a look of satisfaction. A moment later, she transferred money to the security
Jasmine gritted her teeth through those final days until Amelia handed her the divorce decrees, she set one copy on the coffee table in the living room, then tore open a package to reveal two cans of green paint
She slathered the paint across every comer of the house. She texted Cora next, telling g her to take the month off and that her pay had already been s
Only when it was all over did she grab her suitcase and head out the door without looking back.
Shortly after Jasmine lett, Calvin returned with oliva
Olivia clung to his arm, pouting “Cal, I’m starving. I’d kill for some of Jasmine’s home–cooked food right now.”
Calvin said soothingly, “Don’t worry. I’ll have her make it for you.”
sent.
After the way Jasmine had treated him, he’d made a point of ignoring her for days. He was sure that by now, she’d learned her lesson and was ready to come
crawling back
He’d given her the cold shoulder countless times for three years and done far worse, even. And in the end, hadn’t she always been the one to give in?
Calvin told himself that if she caved this time, he’d hand over that supplementary credit card without hesitation. And he’d raise the limit by another s00 thousand doliars if she complained it wasn’t enough.
The sharp sting of fresh paint assaulted Calvin’s senses as he pushed open the villa’s front door
He marched inside, only to find green paint smeared everywhere. It was on the walls, couches, and even on his prized collection of masterpieces.
Rape surged through him, his entire body trembling, his eyes burning with lethal intensity.
Olivia’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Gal, what happened? How could your place end up like thiên
Calvin’s veins stood out on his forehead and neck. He drew a deep breath, took the phone from Olivia’s hand, and dialed Jasmine’s number
Meanwhile, in the back of a cab, Jasmine received a call from an undown caller. Expressionless, she answered, “Who’s this?”
“Jasmine! Have you lost your damın mind?” Calvia’s furious voice crackled through the speaker.
A smick twisted Jasmine’s lips. The hotter his anger burned, the sweeter the satisfaction she gained. She asked, “Do you like my divorce gift?”
Calvin was too blinded by rage over his ruined collection to register the word “droace“,
“Get your ass back here, now!” he snarled
“I’m not coming back” jasmine’s voice remained calm, almost casual, as if she were discussing the weather. “And don’t bother threatening me with lawyers.
“A few days ago, you locked me in the property management building’s elevator and left me there all right. That’s false imprisonment. You don’t want itse pressing durges? Then we’re even
–
“When the bell did I lock you in an elevator?“
Calvin figured that Jasmine was making up some ridiculous story.
He knew that she had night blindness. And he’d ordered the villa’s electricity and water cut to scame her a little. But he didn’t understand why she accused him of locking her inanelevator
Overhearing Calvin’s words, olivia blanked a little too fast, guilt gnawing at her.
the other end of the line, Jasmine smirked, her voice dripping with sarcasm, as she said, “Too busy to remember such trivial matters, are you? Fine. If you want The details, go ask the property management.”
with that, she hung up, then blocked the number without a second thought.
The line went dead before Calvin could get another word in. When he tried calling her back, he found the number had been blocked. Fury bumed in his chest.
“What the hell is she talking about? What elevator?”
He pulled out his phone, about to call Vanessa. He needed her to dig into what had happened to Jasmine that night.
But then Olivia swayed unsteadily, leaning into him, “I feel so dizzy, Cal. Can we just get out of here?”
Concem shot through Calvin. He believed that the paint fumes must’ve gotten to her. Without a second thought, he steadied her and guided her outside
Fortunately, he had another villa close by. So, he took her there immediately.
By the time Calvin remembered to ask Vanessa to investigate Jasmine’s elevator incident, night had already fallen.
Vanessa uncovered the truth swiftly. “Mr. Ford, Mrs. Ford was trapped in an elevator five days ago. A security guard tricked her into getting in, but he resigned this moming and is now unreachable,”
“Are you telling me that someone deliberately targeted her? Calvin’s grip tightened around his phone, his voice turning to ice. “Whatever it takes, I want that security guard found!
J–Understood, Mr. Ford=
Olivia, standing nearby, felt her blood turn to ice. She was relieved that she’d already paid off the guard and ensured he vanished.
However, Vanessa wasn’t finished with her report. Still on the line, she added, “Mr. Ford, I’ve arranged for cleaners to take care of the villa and found a divorce decree. Should I send it to you?”
“A divorce decree?” Calvin’s brow furrowed. “What divorce decree?”
He thought that things were fine between him and jasmine. There was no way they could be getting divorced.
sensing his confusion, Vanessa decided to deliver it in person.
Disbelief flooded Calvin’s eyes when he saw the divorce decree. “I’m divorced from Jasmine? No way! I never agreed to this!”
Vanessa offered an awkward smile. She had no idea how to respond. After all, how could someone not know they’d gotten divorced?
Meanwhile, Olivia’s heart sound with excitement. She’d never imagined Calvin secretly planning such a surprise for her. His divorce was finalized, and they could finally be together in the open.
She was ready to celebrate with him when he threw the divorce decree to the ground in rage. “This has to be fake! There’s no way Jasmine and I are divorced!” Aroid wave of dread washed uver Olivia
Why wasn’t he overjoyed to be freeof Jasmine? Hadn’t he claimed to despise her?
Calvin called his lawyer.
After a brief pause, his lawyer finally spoke. “Mr. Food, your mother instructed in to prepare a divorce agreement for you last month.”
Realizing that Amelia was beland this, Cahit called her, furious
After taking the call, Amelia was battled to hear that he hadn’t known about the divorce. “Calvin, you signed that agreement yourself. How could you forget something that important?
