Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak

Chapter 62

“What a strange person. He insisted that I look for his shirt, yet he left after I found it,” she complained inwardly.

After that, she headed to the kitchen to have breakfast.

Suddenly, Yasmin remembered the leftover cake from the day before. Hence, she thought of having it for breakfast.

But to her disappointment, her strawberry cake was nowhere to be found in the fridge.

That was impossible. Mary would never throw away their things.

Baffled, Yasmin approached Mary, asking, “Mary, where’s the cake I kept in the fridge?”

“Oh, that,” Mary responded with a cloth in her hand. “Mr. Ford said you shouldn’t eat it after being left overnight, so he threw it away. I think he tossed it in the living room’s trash bin.”

Yasmin was rendered speechless upon hearing that. Why did he throw away her cake for no

reason?

She walked to the living room’s trash bin and found the Alchemy Couture bag in it.

“What on earth?” Yasmin exclaimed.

How could Blake discard a million–dollar bag just like that? Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Yasmin felt a pang of heartache as she carefully picked it up. Underneath the bag, her strawberry cake lay crushed and utterly ruined.

“How childish of him!”

Yasmin could not believe Blake, a 30–year–old man, would throw away her cake. His action was truly immature to the extreme!

Looking at the white purse, she could not bear to throw it away.

Since it was something she picked up, it belonged to her now.

With that, Yasmin took the purse, placed her belongings in it, and brought it to the studio.

After she arrived at the studio, Eunice exclaimed, “Isn’t this a million–dollar limited edition. purse? Where did you get it? Is it a gift from Blake?”

“No, it’s not. He didn’t want it and threw it in the trash bin. So, I picked it up, Yasmin answered with a grin.

Who wouldn’t want such a beautiful purse? So, of course, Yasmin would use it.

“Why did he throw it away?” Eunice asked.

Yasmin could not understand Blake’s thoughts. “I don’t know. Maybe he didn’t like the sight of it.”

“He doesn’t like the sight of a purse?” Eunice wore a confused expression. “It’s a beautiful purse. What did it do to offend him?”

“He’s just a weirdo,” Yasmin remarked, her eyes filled with amusement.

After laughing, she suddenly froze. That was because she saw several figures standing outside the office.

Blake was dressed in a black shirt and black pants. Beside him stood Giselle and Roxy. Yasmin’s cheeks turned red instantly.

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his muments age, Yasmin had said later was a weirdo, infortunately, ULAN Yasmin’s comment

Giselle, on the other hand, fixed her gaze on the purse on

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was going through her mind, but her eyes revealed a hint of colors

“Blake, you heard that, didn’t you? Yasmin has always thought you’re a weldo.” Rever commented.

Yasmin was somewhat stunned after hearing that. She had said that as a joke

In the next second, she looked at her assistant.

The assistant who brought Blake, Giselle, and Roxy in said, “Ms. Starr, these two ladies tats they know you. So, they want to order a customized gown.”

Erinnyes offered a gown customization service. However, as the brand was not famous enough, very few clients came to look for them.

Yasmin stood up and explained, “Sorry, I was just joking with Eunice earlier.”

After saying that, she glanced at Blake. Yet, it seemed like he was ignoring her. Blake Innket away, his gaze intense.

Yasmin noticed his expression and figured he disliked her and couldn’t be bothered with her anymore.

That was fine. This was something Yasmin wanted, anyway.

“Yasmin, I heard your studio offers gown customization service. I’m hosting a birthday party at the end of the month, so I’d like to order a gown from you. Is two weeks enough time for you?” Giselle asked with a smile.

Giselle wore a chiffon blouse paired with a tight skirt. Her long, curly hair complemented her look. She appeared graceful and stunning.

Yasmin forced a smile before answering, “Yes, it’s enough time.”

It was a rare occasion when a client personally came seeking their services. Thus she san wouldn’t turn Giselle away.

“Please come with me to the display area.”

Yasmin then took them downstairs and headed to the display area.

The other three walked behind her, engaged in a conversation.

Giselle told Roxy, “Roxy, it’s not easy for Yasmin to set up this studio. If you have any friends, bring them here to support her business.”

“But I think there’s nothing special about the clothes here,” Roxy replied disdainfully.

Giselle responded, “Don’t say that. It’s not easy to start her own business.”

“They shouldn’t start this if they don’t have the capabilities,” Roxy snapped.

She continued, “This is clearly just an ordinary studio. I really don’t understand why you want to come here to customize a gown, Giselle.

“It’s your birthday, after all. What if something goes wrong with the dress? Won’t you become a laughingstock if you wear it?”

At that point, Eunice could not hold back anymore. She wanted to give Roxy a good scolding.

However, Yasmin grabbed Eunice’s hand, took the latter aside, and said, “Eunice, don’t argue with them.”

Eunice snorted in response. “Those two are in cahoots. One is playing the good cop, and the other is playing the bad cop.

“They’re belittling our studio on purpose. I can’t stand this!”

On the contrary, Yasmin remained rational. She calmly answered, “Even if you don’t like it, you still have to put up with them.

“One is the Ford family’s daughter, while the other is Blake’s future wife. We can’t afford to offend either of them.

“The supplier has just sent some fabric over. They’re upstairs. You should go check them out.

Eunice had a fiery temper. If Yasmin did not send her away, it might result in a confrontation that could lead to a legal dispute.

Despite Giselle’s friendly demeanor, she was a fox in sheep’s clothing.

After asking Eunice to step away, Yasmin entered the display area. The assistant attended to three of them, offering each a glass of water.

Blake sat on the couch. Upon seeing Yasmin enter, he avoided eye contact and ignored her. It

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was as if she was invisible.

“Ms. Giselle, what kind of gown are you looking for?” Yasmin inquired while standing: “We have samples on the display platform for your reference.”

Behind Yasmin were dozens of evening gowns. Each dress was showcased on the glass platform, creating a stunning sight.