The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 184

Yasmine Taylor plastered a smile on her face, but her voice was full of resentment. "Yes, it seems that this fate will go on for a long time."

They were in the same department. Even if they weren't going to see each other every second from thereon, they would still be seeing each other every day in the future.

"You should be grateful to me for saving your life."

There was a certain mystery in Gabriel's words which she couldn't understand, "What do you mean?"

"If I don't get you assigned to the marketing department, you will be definitely be allocated to either the sales department or the research and development department," he said.

"And what's wrong with those two departments?".

"The department itself is good, but their managers aren't. One is a 50-year-old pervert, and none of the beautiful female subordinates who were assigned to that department could escape from his grip. The other is an thirty-five-year-old virgin who had not been married yet. She nitpicks on everything and is hysterical all day. Would you like to have yourself assigned to those departments? Others couldn't get out of there even if they wanted to. There is only one kind of person who wants to get in..."

"What type?" "A masochist," he concluded.

Yasmine was speechless.

She snorted. At the same moment, the assistant came over and reported, "Director, the desk has been sorted out."

"Okay, take Miss Lorris there and let Manager Xavier arrange some work for her."

Gabriel patted Yasmine on her shoulder, "You can repay me for saving you by working hard."

"Copy that, director," she saluted.

Although Yasmine was a new recruit in the workplace, she was smart. She could already understand the job scope very well by the first morning.

At lunchtime, seeing that she was still busy with her work, Manager Xavier came over and reminded her, "Madeline, it's time for lunch."

"Okay, I'll go right away," she said.

The cafe was on the third floor. When she rushed over, there was rarely anyone waiting in line to get food. She got her food and found a place in the corner, eating in large mouthfuls. She wanted to finish her meal quickly and continue to familiarize herself with her job. Her goal was to become an excellent employee in three months.

"No one is fighting for the food with you. Why are you eating so fast?"

She raised her head and saw that it was Gabriel again. He really was everywhere!

Yasmine looked around awkwardly and noticed that many people were looking at her. They were even pointing at her. She lowered her head and asked softly, "Director, why are you here?"

"Don't directors need to eat?" he joked.

"But you don't have to eat here," she said.

"Then tell me, where should I eat?"

Yasmine was speechless. She quickly ate a few mouthfuls of rice, picked up the tray and said, "I've finished my meal, please take your time."

Around three o'clock in the afternoon, Gabriel suddenly came to her desk again when she was busy working. He stared at her computer screen and asked, "How is it? Are you familiar with it?"

She nodded, "Well, I'm almost there."

"If there is anything that you don't understand, you could ask Manager Xavier about it, or you could even ask me." he offered.

"I'll ask Manager Xavier then."

Yasmine answered in a euphemistic way.

"Where do you live?" he asked.

"Friendship Road."

"How do you go home after work?" he continued.

"I take the bus."

Yasmine was a little anxious. Gabriel had been standing in front of her for a long time, and her colleagues were already paying attention to her.

"Director Smith, I need to work..."

Gabriel understood what she meant. He nodded, "You can go back to work." He turned around and went back to his office.

Not long after he left, Manager Xavier came to her and asked in a low voice, "Madeline, are you close to the director?" Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

"I'm not close to him at all. What's wrong?" she said.

"No way. He seems to be very close to you. The director has never come out of the office to talk to the employees during working hours. Besides, I heard that he had lunch with you at noon. It seems strange for such a high-status person to have lunch with you if he's not very close to you in private."

Yasmine wiped the cold sweat off her forehead, "Manager Xavier, you are exaggerating. Maybe I'm not good at my work, so that's why the director came to guide me. We just accidentally bumped into each other at lunch. It's really a coincidence."

"Not good with your work? You are the smartest newbie I have ever seen. I haven't said the most important point here yet. An important person like Director Smith doesn't usually eat in the cafe."

"Ah? Where does he usually have lunch then?" Yasmine felt a little surprised. She couldn't help but mutter, "No matter how important he is, he is just a director..."

Although her voice was soft, Manager Xavier still heard her. His eyes widened in shock, "Director? Do you really think that Director Smith is just a director?"

"What other identity does he have then?" she asked in confusion.

Manager Xavier lowered his voice, "This is a secret that everyone here knows except for you. Director Smith is the son of the chairman. He just came back from the United States last year and is temporarily serving as the director of the marketing department. He is familiarizing himself with the business process here. He will take charge of the company sooner or later."

Yasmine gasped. "The... the chairman's son?"

How ignorant was she? She actually treated the chairman's son as a rookie who came to apply for the job and even offered to treat the chairman's son to a meal. If her colleagues knew about this, they might suspect that she had gotten in using her connection.

Could it be that Gabriel thought she was seducing him? Seduction... God, she was on the verge of breaking down.

Soon it was time to get off work. Yasmine deliberately dawdled. After everyone in the office left, she came to the director's office and said openly, "Director Smith, I have something that I needed to tell you."

"Go ahead."

"From now on, could you please refrain from coming to my desk to talk to me during office hours? Also, could you please avoid sitting with me during lunchtime?" she pleaded.

"Why?" he raised his head.

"I already know that you are the son of the chairman," she said.

"So?"

"I wouldn't want others to say that I used my connection to get in." she huffed.

Gabriel smiled disapprovingly. "But you did."

Yasmine looked up and asked with horrified eyes, "What do you mean?"

"You said that as long as you succeed in the interview, you would treat me to lunch. Therefore, I hired you so that I could have that meal," he said.

"Are you doubting my working ability?"

Yasmine was shocked and angry.

She thought that even if Gabriel didn't help her, she could still be accepted with her own ability. But this guy ruined her reputation.

"I have never doubted your ability. The key point here is that you wouldn't have been able to enter our company with your education background. Our recruitment this time prioritizes master degree holders. The six people who came for the interview are all graduate students except for you, an undergraduate. The other three were eliminated. Don't you think you are here because of me?"

Yasmine rolled her eyes and was completely speechless.

Abigail Tanner was unable to eat nor sleep for the past two days. She was hiding the fact that her child was already gone. She must find a way to solve it as soon as possible, otherwise, she would definitely be exposed.

On this day, she finally came up with a way to protect herself.

When Madam Simons was about to make her way downstairs after taking a nap, Abigail called her from behind, "Mom, wait a minute."

"What's the matter?"

Madam Simons turned around in confusion.

"Do you know that your son has been very close to a woman named Leah recently?" she crossed her arms.

"I'm not sure." Madam Simons said impatiently.

"Then I'll tell you now. Leah is an escort. You have to stop your son from getting in touch with her." she demanded.

"I can't control him."

"What do you mean that you can't control him? If you can't control your own son, do you expect me to control him?" Abigail raised an eyebrow.

"Just because he's my son doesn't mean I can control him. Yasmine used to be the one who took care of him."

"What do you mean? Are you indirectly saying that I'm not as good as Yasmine?" Abigail asked angrily.

"I'm just telling the truth."

"I don't need you to tell me the truth. Just answer me, are you going to take care of it or not?"

Madam Simons was getting a little irritated by her badgering. "I said I can't control him. If you want to do something about it, then by all means, go ahead."

She turned around angrily and was about to go down the stairs, but Abigail grabbed her hand, "I won't let you go unless you agree to do something about it!" "Let me go." she tried to shove Abigail away.

"I won't let you go unless you promise to keep your son away from that Leah girl!"

"I've said that I can't control him. Do you have a problem understanding my words?"

Madam Simons pulled her hands away with force. Suddenly, Abigail missed a step and rolled down the stairs...

"Ah-"

A shrilling scream ensued. Madam Simons was petrified. Blood quickly stained Abigail's white dress. The blood flowed from her thigh down to the ground, and it was glaringly red.

With a bang, Madam Simons's mind went blank and she fainted.

When she woke up, she found herself lying on the hospital bed. Titus Simons sat by her bed and looked at her with a solemn face.

"Titus, where is Abigail? What about my grandson?"

Madam Simons sat up immediately and asked in a trembling voice.

"The child is gone," he said.

She sobbed sadly when she heard that Abigail had miscarried. This was her sin. She went against her principles and sacrificed everything just so that she could have a grandchild. However, not only was the child gone now, she even had to bear the sin of killing her only grandson with her own hands.

Titus' heart was aching terribly too. He held his wife in his arms and sobbed, "Don't cry. It's not your fault. That child is not destined to be our grandson."

"She's pregnant for more than four months. Four months! How could I accidentally push her down the stairs? D*mn it! D*mn it!"

Madam Simons pounded her chest. She felt so guilty that she just wanted to die at that instant.

"Is Abigail Tanner's family here?"

The nurse ran over to ask in a panic.

"We are her family. What's wrong?" the couple quickly said.

"When Miss Tanner learned about her miscarriage, she couldn't control her emotions. She broke the IV bottle and cut her wrist with it..."

"Oh God.."

Madam Simons' vision went dark and she almost fainted again. The two of them rushed to the emergency room. Sebastian Simons had just arrived at this moment.

"What happened?"

He looked at his parents with a serious face.

"Sebastian, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I killed your child..."

Mila Zordon cried uncontrollably as soon as she saw her son. Titus told him the whole story briefly. Sebastian's face fell. He walked to the window silently and stared at the tall buildings in the distance with empty eyes. His heart was convoluted with complicated feelings. In the end, the child was gone. Although the child was not meant to exist in this world, he was still an innocent life after all. Sebastian hated Abigail, but he never hated the child. He closed his eyes and prayed silently in his heart that the child could rest in peace.

Abigail was not in danger anymore because she was sent to the hospital in time. When she was pushed out from the emergency room, her face was as pale as a piece of paper.

In actual fact, it was not because she was discovered in time, but because she didn't cut her wrist very deeply at all from the beginning.