She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 587

Sybil lowered her head, playing the part of a reluctant martyr. "If you come to my family's house and formally propose the moment we dock, I'll forgive you."

Thane crushed her in a tight hug. "I've been dreaming of this!"

Watching from afar, Lucian scoffed. "His parents are sharks. How did they produce a kid with half a brain?"

"You have a venomous tongue," Loyce smiled. "But he is their son. If they can help him, they probably will. If Sybil is dead set on Thane for the rest of her life, I imagine his parents will eventually cave."

Lucian looked down at her. "Let's see what she ultimately chooses."

Dr. Karl was an old friend of Loyce's from overseas, and she had treated him medically in the past. To test the waters with the Crowns and Thane's future, Loyce had called Karl in to put on a little show.

The grand finale of this act would unfold once they were off the ship. If Sybil truly committed to Thane and resisted Karl's temptations, then naturally, no one would interfere with Thane's marriage or his future.

As for Jasmine Hampton...

The realization that she had just violently slept with a fresh-out-of-college kid—while they both screamed different people's names—was enough to make her want to pass out.

This yacht was a microcosm of high society. A whisper here would echo through the entire city in seconds, let alone a scandal this explicit and explosive.

She didn't even have to guess. Right this second, every private group chat was undoubtedly dissecting her and Thane's "performance." The people who despised her or envied her were probably laughing until their sides hurt.

Jasmine had never been so humiliated in her life. She also finally realized she had been drugged, and the only culprit was the glass of water Luna had given her.

By the time Channing and Luna reached her room, Jasmine had smashed everything in sight. Seeing Luna was like seeing a mortal enemy. She grabbed a heavy crystal ashtray and hurled it straight at her.

Luna shrieked and cursed. Channing leaped in front of her, taking the brutal hit square on his back.

She snatched up a decorative vase, ready to throw it, but Channing lunged forward and pinned her wrists.

"Jasmine! Get a grip!" Channing hissed, his tone dropping into a dangerous, impatient register. "It's done. Throwing a tantrum won't fix it. We need to figure out how to do damage control!"

"Damage control? How do you come back from this?"

Jasmine wrenched her hands free and stumbled back. Her flawless makeup was a smeared, tear-streaked mess, making her look utterly pathetic. "What is Lucian going to think of me? He'll never want me now!"

Even now, at rock bottom, her only concern was what Lucian thought of her.

Luna watched Jasmine's breakdown with cold, detached eyes. There was no remorse on her face—only annoyance and thinly veiled disgust.

Adjusting her sleeve where Jasmine had grabbed her, she spoke in crisp, accented English. "You're Commander Meredith's daughter. No one is going to look down on you. Those videos will be scrubbed from the internet within the hour."