Chapter 12

Chapter 12

“Whatever it is, I’ve had enough of you, you ba st ard!” Yasmin hung up.

Blake was positively furious as he looked at the dark screen of his phone. After a moment, he

received several messages in succession. They were all records of purchases-Yasmin had bought

all sorts of furniture, and more messages were coming in.

Blake thought about the contents of the divorce agreement, and his expression turned steely. He

said to Malcolm, “Find out whether she went to Newphoria Bay today.”

“Yes, sir.” Malcolm got right on it. A moment later, he returned. “Mrs. Ford did indeed drop by the

villa at Newphoria Bay, sir. She also hired a few cleaners to clean the place up.”

It looked like she was really intending to move in there.

Blake’s fingers tightened around the divorce agreement, crumpling it. Two years ago, Stuart’s

company had gotten into a tight spot. He’d had to sell everything he owned, including the villa at

Newphoria Bay.

Yasmin had begged Blake to buy the villa. He never expected it to turn into the refuge she’d escape

to after demanding a divorce.

Blake snorted. “Call the bank. Freeze her card.”

Meanwhile, Yasmin and Eunice had picked out all the furniture Yasmin needed at the mall.

Eunice said, “Yaz, we should get some extra. Buy anything that catches your eye! I heard that Blake

spent more than 100 million dollars on a villa for that sl utty mistress of his. If she’s worth spending

that much on, why aren’t you? You’re his wife, after all. Spend as much of his money as possible

before the divorce!”

Yasmin felt that this made sense. She decided not to collect her clothes, which were still at the villa.

She could just buy brand-new ones. The rest of her afternoon was spent picking out various outfits,

bags, and shoes.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Ford. That’ll be 3 million dollars.” The sales clerk smiled at her.

Yasmin handed her her black card. To her surprise, the transaction didn’t go through. The cashier

said, “Mrs. Ford, there seems to have been a restriction placed on this card. We can’t swipe it.”

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“That can’t be.” Yasmin found this odd. The black card was Blake’s supplementary card. Nothing

had ever gone wrong with it.

Eunice asked, “Could Blake be behind this, Yaz?”

It was possible. She’d already spent more than ten million dollars on furniture. Blake was probably

aware of her shopping spree. Yasmin called the bank to ask about this.

On the other end of the line, the bank teller said, “Mr. Ford is the one who ordered us to freeze the

card, Mrs. Ford. It can only be unfrozen if he calls us in person.”

Yasmin’s heart sank. That jerk really was behind this!

Eunice said angrily, “The ba sta rd’s crossed the line! He was so generous toward his mistress, yet

he can’t bear to spend a dime on you!”

Yasmin said, “He’s never thought highly of me.”

“What should we do now?”

“Let’s just forget about the clothes and head back to Newphoria Bay. I’ll call Mary and have her

courier my clothes to me.” Whatever it was, there was no way she would return to the

villa.

“Alright. We have already got your new furniture, anyway. Your new life is going to start right away!”

Eunice was happy for her.

Yasmin couldn’t help looking forward to being reborn after the divorce. She would live at Newphoria

Bay and enjoy life with her friends from today onward. She and Blake wouldn’t need to see each

other anymore.

Eunice drove Yasmin to the villa at Newphoria Bay. When they arrived, it was already

nighttime.

Yasmin got out of the car. “Thanks for accompanying me today, Eunice. You should get going.”

“Okay.” Eunice had a date with her boyfriend that night, so she left.

Yasmin turned to head to the villa. As she approached, she saw a Rolls-Royce Cullinan parked by

the entrance. Blake sat inside the car; his tall stature blended into the night. When he heard her

footsteps, he looked up. He stared at her with a domineering gaze.