Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 158: Jasmine Doyle’s Threat

A flamboyantly dressed woman stood behind the screen, looking at Kylie Dalton tied to a chair, arms crossed, casually asking, "What, still can’t remember?"

Kylie Dalton’s cheek was already swollen high. She had just left the private room when she was brought here by Manager Yates. She thought she would be courteously received upon entering, but instead, she was tied up by two tall men as soon as she walked in!

After that, she was repeatedly questioned about the incident three years ago. She said one sentence of not knowing, and the woman slapped her. Up to this point, she had already received over a dozen slaps, even losing a molar.

At this moment, looking at the woman in front of her, she couldn’t help but tremble all over. The dozen or so slaps had left a tremendous psychological shadow on her, fearing the woman’s hand would drop down again with the slightest misstep.

She didn’t even know what this woman’s profession was, but her strikes were fierce and ruthless, each time hitting so hard that her half ear buzzed.

But that incident three years ago was too significant. She wouldn’t speak out, even if it meant getting beaten to death.

Kylie Dalton gritted her teeth, looking at the woman, "I don’t understand what you’re saying. Who exactly are you? This is called illegal confinement, it’s against the law!"

The glamorous woman seemed to have heard a joke, flicking her nails disdainfully, gently blowing on them, giving Kylie Dalton a casual glance, "Are you okay? I’ve already captured you, and you think I’m afraid of breaking the law?"

She grabbed Kylie Dalton’s chin, suddenly raised her hand, and slapped her twice fiercely!

Kylie Dalton screamed, "Ah!"

The glamorous woman sneered, "I advise you to confess quickly, otherwise, you won’t be able to keep that face of yours."

Kylie Dalton looked at her in horror, "You... who are you people? Aren’t you even afraid of the Jacobs family?"

"The Jacobs family is nothing."

The glamorous woman scoffed.

Now Kylie Dalton was really scared. The opponent wasn’t afraid of the Jacobs family, and in broad daylight, dared to lock her up here and lay hands on her. This indicates... the opponent’s status is higher than the Jacobs family.

But with such a high status, why would they concern themselves with that matter?

She was unsure and scared, unknown fear is always the greatest. She was so scared she nearly wet herself.

The glamorous woman lowered her head, facing her eye to eye, the corner of her mouth slightly arcing upwards, cold and arrogant, ’Think carefully, what exactly happened that night three years ago?’

Kylie Dalton numbly shook her head.

The glamorous woman sneered, lowered her voice, her eyes dangerous, like cold venomous bugs crawling over human skin, "Do you want to die?"

Kylie Dalton shuddered in fear, her eyes suddenly rolled back, and she fainted.

The glamorous woman slapped her face vigorously. Seeing she was genuinely unconscious, shrugged with disinterest.

She turned around, swaying her hips as she walked out.

Outside the screen, Zion Fitzwilliam was still standing by the window, his tall figure casting a shadow under the lamp. Miles Morgan handed him the freshly brewed tea. He took a sip and then placed it back down casually.

He turned around, looking at the glamorous woman, and asked, "Still won’t confess?"

The glamorous woman gently fiddled with her slightly wavy hair, charmingly walking to his side, her alabaster arm sensually resting on his shoulder. Her red lips curved upwards, her low-cut spaghetti strap barely clinging to her soft waist, creating a man-blood-boiling scene.

"Long time no see, you won’t ask me if I’ve been well?"

Zion Fitzwilliam’s expression was indifferent, he moved her arm aside, stepping back, a hint of warning in his eyes, "Jasmine, you know I don’t like physical contact."

"Tsk, so heartless." Jasmine Doyle’s eyes lifted, just catching him pat the spot she touched, instantly feeling bitter, pouting discontentedly, "When that little wife touches you, do you react this way too?"

"Jasmine," Zion Fitzwilliam’s brows furrowed slightly, a flicker of warning in his eyes, "She is my wife, show her some respect."

"Heard you’re playing some sort of platonic love, seems true, huh?" Jasmine scoffed, turning to sit on a tea chair, sourly said, "A married woman, you still enjoy, she’s not even a virgin, why bother..."

Her words were cut short, with a loud crash, the teacup in her hand was snatched away by the man and thrown to the ground. Zion Fitzwilliam’s eyes glimmered with restrained anger, "Don’t think just because we have some ties, you can meddle in my affairs. My wife is not for you to criticize."

Jasmine’s face changed slightly, her eyes lined with thick eyeliner flickered with sadness, her long lashes lowered, hiding all emotions, she coquettishly laughed, "Alright, just a joke, why so anxious, I know you like her, okay?"

Zion Fitzwilliam released her, his gaze still cold, "Don’t touch anything related to her, that’s my bottom line."

Even though Jasmine tried hard to cover it, a trace of vulnerability appeared on her face, but it was quickly masked perfectly. She laughed, "Got it, got it."

Then she switched topics, "But the old hag won’t talk, what do we do next?"

Zion Fitzwilliam shook his head, "There’s nothing we can do, let her go back."

Jasmine was puzzled, "After capturing her, why go to the trouble of letting her go? Might as well hand her over to me, I refuse to believe I couldn’t make her talk."

Zion Fitzwilliam glanced at her, "Do you think this is abroad? In a society ruled by law, restrain yourself. Right now, all hypotheses have no evidence. Until we have evidence, just keep an eye on them, can’t resort to violence."

Jasmine spread her hands in boredom, "Alright, you’re always like this, too rigid."

"After all, I’m not like you, from a place full of crimes." Zion said casually, turning to walk out, "I should be heading back."

Jasmine knew she should keep quiet, but couldn’t resist asking, "She even set a time for you to return home daily? So strict?"

Zion Fitzwilliam paused, turned to look at her, with a calm expression, "I said, it’s none of your business."

As he pushed the door and left, Jasmine’s coquettish, bright smile collapsed.

She casually picked up the cushion beside her, hugged it in her arms, curled up in the wide tea chair, her whole body sinking into a deep sense of gloom.

She’s been waiting for so many years, yet still hasn’t got a single chance?

It’s truly not reconciled.

Just then, a subordinate came in, asking how to deal with the woman inside. Jasmine waved her hand, "Find a place without surveillance, toss her in the middle of the street, whether she gets run over depends on her luck."

"Yes."

After the subordinate dragged her out, the more Jasmine thought, the more it felt like something was left undone. Suddenly, her expression stiffened, oh no, in the midst of beating her, she forgot to warn.

She quickly got up, chasing after in high heels, telling her subordinate to put Kylie Dalton on the ground, "Bring a basin of ice water."

Soon the ice water arrived.

"Splash her awake."

The bone-chilling ice water splashed onto Kylie Dalton’s face. She shivered, slowly opened her eyes, saw Jasmine, and shrank back in fear, "You, what do you want to do!"

Jasmine Doyle looked at her with some regret, "Originally, I should have killed you, but someone said that this is a society governed by law, so I can’t do that, hence the carrot before the stick."

She pulled out a dagger from behind her waist, poking the tip at Kylie Dalton’s face. Kylie was so scared she didn’t dare move, fearing the dagger might accidentally slit her throat.

Jasmine’s eyes turned cold in an instant, warning, "Elara Hale is under my protection. If you dare touch her again, I guarantee you won’t get away with it alive, understand?"

Kylie was stunned, looking at her suspiciously, "Who are you to her?" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Jasmine sneered, "She’s my sister."

The tip of the dagger pressed against Kylie’s carotid artery, "I can catch you once; I can catch you a second time. I’ll say it again, stay away from my sister. Got it?"

Kylie quickly nodded, "Got it, got it!"

Jasmine gave a signal to her two henchmen, "Alright, take her away."

Kylie panicked and quickly asked, "Where are you taking me?"

The henchmen didn’t give her a chance to continue talking and swiftly dragged her away.

Jasmine returned to the tea room, hugged a pillow tightly, and sat in the tea chair, exuding a strong emo vibe.

Kylie was thrown onto the road in front of the Jacobs Villa with her hands and feet tied.

This was Jasmine’s blatant warning to them, leaving nothing to the imagination.

When Mason Jacobs and Rosalind Jacobs got news and rushed back, Kylie had already been brought back. Her body was covered in bruises, her face was swollen beyond recognition, and she was now in a silk loungewear. A servant tried to apply ice to help soothe her, and she winced in pain, impatiently batting the servant’s hand away.

"Useless! Be gentle!"

The servant cautiously slowed their actions, but with Kylie so badly injured, how could it not hurt?

The servant had no choice but to brace against Kylie’s murderous glare and help with the ice pack.

These days, making money is as tough as eating crap. Dreaming of earning while standing idly by—pure fantasy.

Those working as servants in the Jacobs Family long got used to it.

Mason Jacobs strode in, seeing Kylie’s condition, his face turned sullen, "Mom, who did this?"

Kylie gritted her teeth in pain, irritably dismissing the servants before coldly saying, "It’s Elara Hale."

"What?" Mason displayed a baffled expression. Elara Hale? How is that possible? She’s such a gentle person, never mind using violence, she wouldn’t even argue with someone.

It’s always been his mother bullying her, and she dares to lay hands on his mother?

Kylie recounted how she was taken and threatened with a sullen face.

Mason’s frown deepened, "A woman? Claims Elara Hale is her sister? She’s an only child, where does she have a sister?"

"I don’t know who that woman is, but judging by her confident demeanor, she seems quite significant," Kylie spat, coldly saying, "Never thought that little wench knew how to cozy up, first it was Attorney White, and now this woman."

Mason, however, wasn’t as furious as Kylie. He calmly looked at Kylie, asking, "Mom, why did you go looking for Elara Hale?"

"I..." Remembering what her son had previously said to her, Kylie felt a bit guilty, "How was I supposed to know she’d be there? I just went to attend a crew’s celebration!"

"The Jacobs Family has invested in many projects, yet never once have you attended any celebrations. There’s a close friend of Elara Hale in that crew, weren’t you targeting Esther Carter?"

Unlike Kylie, Mason initially had genuinely cared for Elara Hale, attending several of her gatherings, so he knew some of her friends.

Kylie didn’t answer, merely saying to Mason with displeasure, "Mason, are you going to sever ties with your mother for her?"

There was a flicker of retreat in Mason’s eyes, and he shook his head, "No, I’m not."

Kylie placed an ice pack on her face, her whole body aching with irritation, "It’s pointless to discuss this now. We should steer clear of that woman in the future. Rosalind, did you hear? Don’t provoke Elara Hale anymore, she’s beyond our capacity."

Next to her, Rosalind Jacobs was already stunned.

That woman Elara Hale? When did she become so well connected?

Though shocked, she had more pressing matters on her mind, so she didn’t dwell on thoughts about Elara Hale.

"Mom, brother, since you’re both here." Rosalind bit her lip, mustered courage, and said, "I don’t want to get engaged to Owen Grayson."

Kylie straightened up abruptly, "What did you say? At this late stage, you dare bring this up? There’re only two days until your engagement, backing out now, how will the Jacobs Family survive?"

Mason sat down next to her, holding the Pu’er tea brought by the servants, not saying a word.

Rosalind now feared him, especially when he sat silently, making her feel she was walking on thin ice, a chilling sensation washed over her.

"He doesn’t respect me, his eyes are always on the top of his head. Marrying him holds no meaning for me!" Rosalind retorted unhappily.

Kylie was going to burst with anger at this daughter of hers. Initially, Mason proposed the marriage, she was against it, breaking it down to her daughter so many times, yet she wouldn’t listen!

Now, at the last moment, she wants to back out, does the Grayson Family appear at a loss? Is this not putting the Jacobs Family under the fire?

Though wanting to knock some sense into her daughter, she couldn’t bear it since she’s her flesh and blood, so she looked hopefully towards Mason, expecting him to come up with a solution.

Mason sat there, stuck a cigarette in his mouth, slid a lighter across, lit it, took a drag, and insisted, "Last month, the Grayson Family began project collaborations with the Jacobs Family, withdrawing now would severely damage the Jacobs Family. So, the engagement must go on."

He stood up to leave, saying as he walked, "Make proper preparations for the engagement with Owen Grayson two days later."

Rosalind’s face turned paper-white.

Mason walked out of the villa gate, having smoked most of his cigarette, he took it from his mouth, held it between his fingers, and glanced down.

He suddenly remembered, Elara Hale didn’t really like the smell of smoke. During their best times, she had twice asked him to quit smoking.

At that time, seeing her as an accessory, how could he have heeded an accessory’s suggestions, let alone take it to heart? He continued smoking as usual, deliberately exhaling smoke in her face to provoke her.

Back then, all he wanted was to make her realize who was in charge in this home.

Now it suddenly struck him, that smoking for over a decade was actually quite unremarkable.

He casually tossed the half-smoked cigarette into the bushes.