Jasmine did not have to worry about the Schuyler family. Although the Schuyler family was quite powerful and influential, they did not dare to cross the line indiscriminately.
Jasmine walked out of her grandfather’s study. She tucked away the photograph properly, and she was about to return to her bedroom.
“Jasmine, I’ve been waiting for you for a while now!”
Under the cover of night, there was a young man standing outside in the courtyard.
“Yael Schuyler, why are you waiting for me?”
Jasmine said coldly.
“I heard from someone else this afternoon that you were hurt. Got beat up by someone else, I heard. I was worried about you, so I came to ask you about it. Don’t worry, Jasmine. I’ll make him pay a heavy price for it!” Yael said.
“It’s none of your business. Let me tell you. If you dare to even lay a single finger on my classmates, I’ll certainly never forgive you!”
Jasmine got angry all of a sudden.
“Fine. I’ll forgive that guy. Jasmine, don’t be angry!”
Yael was quick to respond.
“Do you have anything else to say to me? If there’s nothing, I’m going back now.”
After that, she took one last glance at Yael with an expression of disgust before she stormed off.
“Jasmine! Jasmine!”
Yael called out after her.
But Jasmine had gone beyond earshot.
Yael clenched his fists tightly.
“Sir, I’ve told you before. She won’t be able to see it even though you’re so nice to her!”
At that moment, an old man who held his hands behind his back walked out from behind a tree next to the road.
On that dark night, the old man looked quite frightening.
It was because half of his face was white while the other half was black. He seemed like a strange entity that had risen from hell.
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