Chapter 20

As Blake and Yasmin chatted, a model walked past them on the catwalk. Suddenly, the bag she

held flew in Yasmin’s direction.

“Watch out!” Ivan cried as he pulled Yasmin out of the way. The bag missed her.

Yasmin was taken aback as she stared at the model. The latter put on an apologetic look and

walked past them. Despite that, Yasmin still recognized her. She was Roxy Ford, Blake’s cousin

and the apple of her father’s eye.

Before this, Yasmin had heard about Roxy running off to become a model for the sake of the man

she liked. Was that man Ivan?

It was much too coincidental. Yasmin’s lips twitched as she asked Ivan, “Does Roxy like you?

Ivan was surprised. “How do you know her name?”

Yasmin was lost for words. She’d actually guessed correctly! It was no wonder Roxy had flung her

bag at her. She was jealous! Roxy had always been obnoxious because of her upbringing. She

didn’t have the best temper.

“I’ve seen her a few times,” Yasmin said. At the same time, she couldn’t help glancing at Blake. He

wasn’t looking at her, which made her sigh in relief. At least she could finally focus on the fashion

show.

One hour later, the fashion show ended. Yasmin walked out of the hall and said to Ivan, Thanks for

having me over, Mr. Burke. I’ll take my leave now.”

“The pleasure was mine. I hope to hear good news from you soon, Ms. Starr.”

This took Yasmin aback. Why did it seem like Ivan seemed raring to go? She would even go so far

as to say that he seemed afraid of her turning him down. “I’ll discuss this with my business partner

as soon as I get back.”

“Alright.” Ivan nodded and left with his secretary in tow.

Before leaving the building, Yasmin dropped by the restroom to use the toilet. She was worried

there wouldn’t be any public toilets on her way back. She washed her hands when she was done.

When she walked out of the restroom, she ran into Blake.

He stood under a light, which accentuated the broadness of his shoulders. His gaze was deep and

unfathomable, adding to his mystery and charm. He asked, “Why is Ivan Burke looking

to work with you?”

Yasmin said coolly, “NAS Group is planning to launch a line that focuses on affordable luxury, and

they want some new blood. They’ve issued invitations to designers all over the country, and I’m one

of them. Mr. Burke liked my designs.”

Blake sneered. “Do you think an organization of this size would hand a new project to a designer

who’s still wet behind the ears? And that the president would even let you watch an internal fashion

show?”

Yasmin felt like he was just looking down on her. She retorted, “Why do you always look down on

me?”

“I just don’t think it makes sense.” Blake gave her a cool look.

“Maybe there’s just something about my designs that Mr. Burke likes.”

“It sounds more like a trap if you ask me.” Blake’s tone was mocking. “You’re fresh out of college

with zero experience. No matter how you think about it, there’s no way something like this could

happen to you.”

“What do you think it’s about, then?” Yasmin asked. In truth, she also found that the collaboration

had happened too easily. NAS Group was a huge company, yet Ivan hadn’t given her any

conditions or restrictions. She wanted to have Blake’s opinion.

“It’s a casting couch,” Blake said plainly. “Hunters will only want to catch their prey.”

Cup attractive bait if they

He looked at Yasmin. There was no denying that she was gorgeous. That was why Stuart had

forced Blake to marry Yasmin in the first place. He’d been afraid of his precious daughter ending up

as a plaything for the rich.

Even if she were unwilling, there would always be a rich lecher out there who could force her into

submission.

Blake continued, “I’m refusing to get a divorce for your good, Yasmin. With the way you are, you’ll

end up as an old lecher’s plaything once we’re divorced.”