The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 2

"That's good, that's good."

Dorothy Ryles was relieved and she took Yasmine Taylor to her bedroom for a makeover.

After a moment, Yasmine returned with a stunning transformed look, looking absolutely gorgeous.

"It's all or nothing. Remember, you mustn't give up until you succeed!" Dorothy reminded Yasmine urgently.

Yasmine responded with a wince, then got into the car and headed to the Simons family's mansion house.

The mansion house looked luxurious with a fusion of architectural styles. It was ginormous and took up an area of more than 1,000 square meters.

There were countless cars pooling in and out of the front gates.

Although Sebastian Simons was notoriously violent and cold- blooded, the cash prize of the resulting marriage worth 18 million yuan and the identity as the daughter-in-law of the Simons were still enough to attract a large number of participants.

Yasmine was one of them.

Yasmine reported herself and the purpose of her visit to the security office. She was then led into the waiting room by the person in charge of the banquet, where many women were already waiting.

"The official meeting is about to start soon. Please get ready. Don't leave in a hurry after you're done. Whether you're chosen or not, Madam Mila will treat all of you to lunch at noon."

After the person in charge concluded his announcement, he picked up the register list and readout, "Stella Owen, please come with me."

A sweet-looking girl got up and was taken to the reception room.

She walked really fast, looking very excited.

Ten minutes later, she came back with her makeup smeared as tears flooded down her cheeks.

A girl asked her, "Stella, what did Sebastian do to you?"

Stella glanced at the girl, grabbed her bag, and ran away in defeat.

The crowd sighed.

Soon, more and more girls were brought away and coincidentally, they all came back in tears.

Gossip and soft murmurs started to stir in the waiting room.

Yasmine looked at all this calmly and promptly took out her phone to send a text message to her family driver, York.

After a while, York brought her a small plastic bag, and she carried the bag with her into the reception room.

The reception room was huge and spacious, yet it gave people a strange sense of suffocation. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Sebastian was sitting on a sofa in the middle of the room. He had slanted eyebrows that were like swords, deep, black eyes with a sharp gaze, thin lips, sharp and angular features, and a tall but strong figure...

He looked exactly as how he was described in the news and as handsome as they reported.

But the description from the news was actually only one-tenth of how he actually looked.

Handsome was not the exact word. He looked ethereal, majestic like he was born to be king, making others kneel and submit themselves to him.

This was indeed the case.

Yasmine took a deep breath and calmly sat down in front of him. She opened the plastic bag and took out a large pack of tissues, putting it on the table in front of her.

"What are you doing?" Sebastian raised his thick black eyebrows and asked.

"To wipe my tears later," Yasmine answered calmly.

Sebastian was stunned and soon burst into laughter. "Do you think every woman who comes in here goes out crying?"

"But none of them went out with a smile," said Yasmine in a matter-of-fact tone.

"That's because I raised a question and was very disappointed with their answers."

"Is it a requirement for every woman here to answer your questions?" Yasmine asked.

"Yes."

Yasmine nodded and said," Okay, bring it on then." "Do you know how many times I have been divorced?" Sebastian asked.

"Six," Yasmine answered. It was an open secret. Everybody knew about this.

"And do you think that a man who can't even manage his family, would have the ability to manage a company well?" Sebastian followed up with another question.

"Well, certainly. Personal disputes have nothing to do with a person's capability at work." Yasmine answered coolly without pausing.

Sebastian could not help but stare at her, smirking,

What an insightful answer. It sounded genuine. There was truly a big contrast between her and all the previous women who only knew how to bat their eyelashes and give silly answers,.