Kayla immediately followed her orders. After a while, she called again.

"Ms. Wagner…" Kayla sounded troubled. "Mr. Smith has invested in the York family's business, and he's even signed a liability waiver as your boyfriend. Now, we can't do anything to Queenie York."

Yasmine clenched the bedsheet so tightly that her knuckles turned pale from the pressure.

Just then, the door of the ward was pushed open, and Zachary came in.

"You're awake." He sat on the side of the bed and wanted to touch her face.

However, Yasmine avoided him. "Is there anything you wish to explain to me?"

Zachary withdrew his hand and fell silent for a moment. "Yasmine, Queenie is still young. She isn't good at driving, and she didn't hit you on purpose."

"Maybe hitting me wasn't intentional, but what about having me searched and humiliated at the banquet? What about hiring those beggars to assault me?" Yasmine 

When Zachary pushed open the restaurant's glass door, Queenie was sitting at a candlelit table with her chin resting on her hand, her fingertips lightly tapping against a wine glass.

Seeing him arrive, her eyes lit up as she waved him over. "Zach! Over here!"

He walked over and pulled out a chair to sit down. His gaze swept over the carefully arranged roses and scented candles on the table before studying her closely to make sure she wasn't hurt. Only then did he relax. "What was so urgent?"

Queenie reached out to grab his wrist, her nails inadvertently scraping across his skin with a hint of coquettishness. "Try and guess first!"

Zachary looked down at her slender fingers, but for some reason, his mind drifted to another pair of hands—Yasmine's long, clean fingers that would curl slightly when she flipped through documents, her fingertips always tinged with a faint pink.

"Zach!" Qu

Yasmine was brought into the lounge by the bodyguards. The moment the door was closed, she could hear someone locking it from the outside. 

She immediately turned around, and before she could react, a few filthy beggars emerged from the corner. They flashed their yellow teeth and darted toward her. She was disgusted by their cloudy eyes that were burning with lust. 

"Ms. Wagner, we've been waiting for you. Ms. York said you're slutty and desperate for men, so she told us to serve you well."

Yasmine felt a chill traveling through her body. She hadn't expected Queenie to be so crazy. Before she could respond, a few of them gripped her wrists, and a calloused hand reached under her dress.

Yasmine's pupils constricted as she grabbed the vase on the table and smashed it on them. "Go away!"

The beggar released his grip because of the pain. Yasmine seized the chance and ran toward the door, but the rest quickly pounced on her and pulled her hair.

She felt the excruciating pain in her scalp, and her vision went dark. Gritting her teeth, she lifted her leg and kicked them between their legs. 

The beggars shrieked miserably and finally let go of her. 

Yasmine stumbled out of the room, and her heels were nowhere to be found. Blood was trickling from her feet, which were cut by the broken glass. However, she ignored the pain and mustered all her strength to run away. 

The beggars' curses and footsteps came from behind, and her heart almost leaped out of her throat as she ran out of the hotel.

Just then, a sharp screeching sound rang out. 

Before Yasmine could react, a sports car hit her and sent her flying. With a loud thud, she fell hard on the ground, and an intense pain spread through her body.

As her vision became blurred, she could hear Zachary's voice. "Yasmine!" 

She struggled to raise her head and saw Zachary running toward her. But the next instant, Queenie got out of the driver's seat and threw herself into his arms. "Zach! What should I do? I-I hit her accidentally. I'm so scared…"

Zachary paused in his tracks. He looked down at Queenie, who was quivering in his embrace. Then, he raised his head and stared at Yasmine, who was lying in a pool of blood. 

In the end, he held Queenie tightly.

Yasmine felt like laughing, but she spat out a mouthful of blood. Before her vision faded to black completely, she saw Zachary gently patting Queenie's back.

…

The smell of antiseptic wafted through Yasmine's nose once again. She opened her eyes to see the white ceiling above her. The extreme pain in every part of her body seemed to remind her that the night before wasn't just a nightmare.

She had been humiliated during the body search, harassed by the beggars, and hit by a car. But Zachary had been defending Queenie the whole time. 

She took her phone and called her assistant, Kayla Johnson. "I want the Yorks to go bankrupt, and I want Queenie York in jail."


Kayla immediately followed her orders. After a while, she called again.

"Ms. Wagner…" Kayla sounded troubled. "Mr. Smith has invested in the York family's business, and he's even signed a liability waiver as your boyfriend. Now, we can't do anything to Queenie York."

Yasmine clenched the bedsheet so tightly that her knuckles turned pale from the pressure.

Just then, the door of the ward was pushed open, and Zachary came in.

"You're awake." He sat on the side of the bed and wanted to touch her face.

However, Yasmine avoided him. "Is there anything you wish to explain to me?"

Zachary withdrew his hand and fell silent for a moment. "Yasmine, Queenie is still young. She isn't good at driving, and she didn't hit you on purpose."

"Maybe hitting me wasn't intentional, but what about having me searched and humiliated at the banquet? What about hiring those beggars to assault me?" Yasmine questioned. 

"She only asked to conduct the body search to search for the necklace." Zachary frowne

Chapter 8