Chapter 8

A shrill scream echoed through the auction hall as blood spurted out, splattering onto Jasmine's white dress, as though red plum blossom had bloomed on it. Chaos erupted instantly around her, with screams echoing one after another. However, Jasmine remained eerily calm. She swept her cold gaze across the crowd and said, "Apologies for the scene. My mother died young, so no one raised me properly. Usually, when someone wrongs me…" She pulled the knife out, and blood flecked her cheek. "I take revenge on the spot." Sabrina's cries of pain rang throughout the auction hall, but Jasmine simply tossed the knife and turned to leave. Just as she reached the door, someone grabbed her wrist hard. Caesar seemed to have rushed over upon hearing the news. He was still holding a blanket, a heating pad, and a flask of ginger tea. Jasmine's heart skipped a painful beat. So, he had gone to get those things for Sabrina. Caesar's expression was terrifyingly cold as he demanded, "Are you completely out of your mind? You dared to hurt someone over a necklace? If she does something else you dislike, are you planning to kill her?" His grip was so tight it felt like Jasmine's wrist. She endured the pain and said with reddened eyes, "Why don't you ask what she did? She took my mother's necklace—" "Even if she fed the necklace to a dog, you still can't hurt her!" Caesar snapped. That sentence seemed to have stabbed into Jasmine's heart like a blade. She suddenly laughed, laughing so hard that tears rolled down her cheeks. "Well, now that I've already done it, what does Mr. Snee plan to do to 'discipline' me?" "I can't discipline you anymore," Caesar said coldly. "Take her to the police station. Charge her with intentional assault and detain her for three days." Jasmine jerked her head up, unable to believe what she heard. He was actually going to send her to jail—for Sabrina? She bit her lip until she tasted blood, but she didn't say a word and let the police take her away. In her final glance, she saw Caesar scoop Sabrina into his arms and gently whisper, "Don't cry. I'm here." … The three days in lockup were the most hellish of Jasmine's life. She was locked in the filthiest cell, and the women sharing it were clearly instructed by someone to torment her in every way possible. On the first day, she was stripped for inspection and doused in freezing water. On the second day, shards of glass were mixed into her food. As a result of not eating anything, hunger twisted her stomach into knots. On the last day, several inmates pinned her down in a bathroom stall, their fists raining down like a storm. "I heard you crossed someone you shouldn't have," the ringleader sneered, grabbing Jasmine's chin. "Mr. Snee said you need to learn your lesson." As Jasmine lay curled up on the ground, her eyes became reddened. She couldn't believe Caesar would go this far, but every wound on her body reminded her that he really could be that cruel. … Three days later, when the police finally came to release her, Jasmine could barely stand. She staggered out of the detention center covered in wounds, only to faint the moment she stepped outside. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a hospital room. Caesar stood by the bed, his voice icy as he spoke. "Have you learned your lesson this time?"