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Chapter 3 - Take it back

Jasmine got home at midnight after going back to the office and discarding the crushed car.

Though not tired, she decided to rest because she knew she wouldn't have the chance to do that the next day or better still today.

When she got into the house, she was greeted by the servants, but as usual, she didn't care to respond and feeling the need to exercise, she walked up the stairs instead of using the Lift.

Someone slender came in her line of sight as soon as she heard the greetings. "Ma'am," she bowed, her beautiful hazel eyes lowering in reverence for a split second, "after taking a shower you can come down to dinner if you want, or I can bring it up your room?" She asked, her eyes following Jasmine up the stairs.

She said without stopping, "I want nothing."

"But, you've been at the Office since yesterday night. I will bring the food up to your room if you're too tired to come down." She insisted, putting up a weak stance she was still sure Jasmine was going to get through somehow.

She had been with the girl since Jasmine was little and it was only normal she was worried about Jasmine. She was like a Sister, or even her own child.

Jasmine said nothing, as expected, and Amelia knew she was not going to change her mind no matter what.

She sighed loudly in despair, wondering why the girl was like this, then turned to get back to work when she remembered something and swerved on her heels immediately.

"There was a call from your Office a few minutes back. They said a Car arrived from some Man for you." She said hurriedly before Jasmine got out of sight.

"From who?" Jasmine asked, not stopping. She was certain she knew already who that 'Man' was.

"They didn't say from who, but said the person said the Car was for 'the Boss'."

Jasmine nodded slightly, already sensing that Man's pride. She remembered clearly she asked him to write an apology letter, but he didn't.

Even if there was a letter, she already knew he didn't write it.

He had always been like that.

She walked ahead without a word even when Amelia wished her a 'Goodnight'.

A group of Maids were already waiting in her room with bowed heads by the time she got there. They rushed to her the moment she sat in front of the mirror, drawing the pin from her hair at once all.

Her hair was tied in a bun, her shoes removed, her jewelries pulled off and then her clothes.

She walked leisurely to the bathroom and stepped into the bath as she said to them,

"Get out."

They scampered off without wasting a minute more.

Who wanted to stay with her anyways?

She lay leisurely in the tub, a glass of red wine and her phone beside her knowing very well, who was going to call.

How right she was.

"Hey, hey, Little Sis. Sup?"

And Jasmine sighed inadvertently. "Must you be so loud? And I'm not little, watch your mouth."

"Whatever," Kimberly's lips turned down at the corners for the moment, "can I come over so you can send me something?"

"Can't you download?" Jasmine asked. It was obviously just one of those little tricks to come over, but she had to play along.

"Well, I just don't want to waste data. I mean, why should I when I have a money-bag as a Sister? It just doesn't make sense."

Jasmine's eyes subtly narrowed.

Money-bag?

"Hou are not serious."

"Sis, c'mon. I'm a big fan of Ozuna and Lisa, I should help them make money as a good Fan," she paused, weighing her words to check the sense they made, "right?"

"So, you're calling me. To download a song?" She asked incredulously. Who did that? "No, it isn't right. It shows your Fandom isn't true enough." Jasmine said with finality and Kimberly knew she wouldn't be welcome if she went.

"Ok," she huffed, "just know you're helping me choose a dress for tomorrow."

"Why should I ever do such a thing?"

Kimberly's slight words of protest came at the other end, but the line went dead.

She stared blankly at her phone screen, poking a tongue in her cheek. "So Jasmine, so mean."

Jasmine got out of the tub and put on her clothes as she rang for her Bodyguard. He was there in a few.

"Ma'am?"

"Take it back."

Anthony frowned. "Take, what?"

"The package that arrived."

Oh, the Car?

"Sure thing, Ma'am." He said as he turned to go, but her words stopped him,

"Now."

It was freaking midnight, but was he even surprised.

"Sure thing, Ma'am." He said again, pursing his lips.

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The Smith Company

Anthony had just dropped the Car and gave the keys to a guard as he said,

"Give that to Mr. Smith."

A few minutes later, Dylan came out of the Office and when he got to the gate, the guard knocked on the window.

"Sir," he greeted as the glass slid down "someone said to give you these." He said, handing over the keys.

Dylan's eyes subtly narrowed.

Wasn't it the one he gave to the crazy Woman he hit her Car?

Seems he was right for calling her 'crazy'.

He clenched his fists, trying to suppress the anger that rose in him. She just succeeded in stressing him out!

Her Car was not an ordinary one. It was one of the most expensive cars, and finding it had not been a piece of cake.

Then, when he found it and bought it, she sent it back and proved his words correct.

Then writing an apology letter was the hardest of all.

Of course the Smiths were rich and mighty, so why would they bow in front of anyone? Even if he wasn't the one who wrote it, he signed it, so it was technically from him.

Then finding Jasmine Reign? That was close to impossible. He wouldn't even have had an idea who it was, if her Plate Number hadn't been her name. That was why he had dropped it at her company.

He did enough for one day, but in the end what happened?

Notwithstanding the fact he never took something back after giving it.

Dylan wordlessly rolled up the glass and glanced at his guard in the driver's seat. The Car sped off at once.