Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak

Chapter 107

Yasmin looked at the traffic outside her window.

Her phone suddenly buzzed with a WhatsApp notification.

Victor had sent her a voice note: "Yasmin, did you see the news today? Caleb's in jail. Haha! Justice is served!"

Yasmin pressed the microphone button, saying, "I just saw it. Serves him right."

His response was almost immediate. "Yes! Yasmin, this morning, your grandmother told me she misses you and is asking you to come back for dinner tonight."

"I don't think I have time tonight," Yasmin replied.

"Going back to the Starr family's house for dinner?"

"Maybe." Yasmin sent a final voice note and switched off her phone.

Victor had been managing Starr Corporation ever since her father went to prison. Her grandmother had also moved into Victor's house.

However, Yasmin was not very close to her grandmother. She only visited on special occasions like New Year's Day.

Eventually, the two arrived at Erinnyes.

Yasmin said nothing more. She exited the car and walked into the studio without looking back.

Blake watched her, and his gaze turned cool.

Yasmin was immediately surrounded by two staff members when she entered the office.

"Ms. Starr, what happened yesterday? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Yasmin waved off the questions by saying that she had bumped into a friend, and they had gone out for dinner.

"Oh, so that's what happened!" The two staff members were relieved.

Just then, Sarah took out Giselle's dress. "Ms. Starr, we're done altering Ms. O'Shea's dress. Do I courier it to her?"

"Yes," Yasmin said before going to the second floor.

Eunice was sitting inside the office. "Wow! It was my first time meeting Ivan yesterday. I didn't expect him to be so handsome," Eunice said dreamily when she saw Yasmin come in.

Yasmin sat down. "Wouldn't Colin be mad if he saw you swooning over another guy like this?"

"He wouldn't. He supports me swooning over celebrities."

Yasmin laughed. "Ivan isn't a celebrity."

After that, she opened her design folder and checked the design drafts. Upon making sure there were no errors, she then took it outside to ask the assistant to start making the pattern.

Once they had made the clothes, they would display them at the launch of their newest collection.

There was a pile of work waiting for her.

Yasmin perked herself up and got to work. It would be a busy day ahead for her.

Later, she received a call from Emelda Starr, her grandmother. "Yasmin, there is a family gathering tonight," Emelda reminded. "Don't forget. Oh, and it's best if you bring Blake along."

Yasmin's heart sank slightly when she heard Blake's name.

How would she tell them that she and Blake were divorced?

She'd do it tonight then. She would return and break the news to her family.

"Okay, Grandma. I'll be there," Yasmin replied.

…

That evening, Sarah came upstairs and informed Yasmin, "Ms. Starr, a handsome guy is looking for you downstairs. He wants you to make a suit for him."

"A handsome guy?" Yasmin looked at Sarah and put down the cloth in her hands.

Sarah was blushing as she said, "Yes! He's so handsome!"

Puzzled, Yasmin went downstairs.

It was Erik Hayes.

Yasmin frowned. "Why are you here?" Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Why? Am I not welcome to make a suit here?" Erik was sitting cross-legged on the couch languidly, a picture of indolence.

Yasmin flashed a polite smile. "Of course not. Erinnyes welcomes everyone. What type of suit do you want to make, Mr. Hayes?"

"Anything that looks good."

Yasmin led him to the fitting room and showed him the suits on display. "Mr. Hayes, have a look and see what style you like."

Erik walked around the room once and said, "Nothing seems to catch my eye. Design a new one. I want a suit that looks cool."

Yasmin followed his requests and looked for a suit that matched what he wanted.

"Something like this?" she asked, showing him a sample design.

Erik glanced at it briefly. He wanted to find fault with it, but he hadn't expected Yasmin to pick one that looked really good.

He nodded, "I'll go with this style then."