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Adrian secretly partnered with Jasmine, transferring five percent of his company’s annual profits to her for her projects,
He didn’t dare disturb her again, choosing to protect her in his own way.
When the shareholders discovered this, they confronted Adrian again. He silenced them with the wagering agreement. His agreement with Jasmine was open–ended; as long as she continued her village development projects, the money would keep flowing.
Adrian received updates and vide
of Jasmine daily; she grew more confident and radiant. She was his driving force.
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One night, Adrian collapsed in his office, suddenly overcome by darkness.
He woke to find Eleanor Thorne in tears. Adrian’s head injuries had caused a brain hematoma, pressing on a nerve in a delicate location, making removal impossible.
He could go blind, collapse, or even die any moment.
Upon learning this, Adrian’s first thought was of his inability to protect Jasmine.
secured a place in her future,” he murmured.
Thank goodness the contract is signed. I’ve se
“Mom, I’m sorry. I woke up too late, hurting Jasmine and you. If I die, please take care of Jasmine for me.”
“If I could do it again, I wouldn’t be such a fool,”
Adrian fell into a coma, his awakening uncertain.
Eleanor, weeping, found Jasmine, hoping she would visit Adrian.
Jasmine had just discarded the flowers Adrian had so ressed in a crisp white suit, she was momentarily startled when she saw Eleanor.
Eleanor had always been kind to her. Jasmine smiled faintly, approaching Eleanor.“Eleanor, what brings you here?”
“Jasmine, my son is in a coma. The doctors say he coul disturb you, but…”
at any moment. I beg you, please go see him,” Eleanor sobbed. “I know I shouldn’t
Jasmine’s expression shifted slightly. She supported Eleanor.“I’m sorry, Eleanor. I can’t go.”
“I don’t want any more connection with him. I know you’ll blame me. I’m sorry,” Jasmine took a deep breath.
“Don’t you know? You can never truly sever ties with him. He gave you…” Eleanor hesitated, remembering Adrian’s instructions, swallowing the rest of her words.
Adrian was afraid Jasmine would unilaterally void the agreement if she knew the truth about their partnership–their only remaining
connection.
Jasmine was confused. She bowed to Eleanor.“We have nothing to do with each other anymore. I’m sorry.”
Jasmine left without hesitation. Eleanor wept silently, not pursuing her.
As Jasmine exited the building, Benjamin got out of his car, greeting her with a smile.“Jasmine, the restaurant reservation is confirmed.” “Thank you, Ben. We need to secure this deal with the medical group. We won’t have to hunt for medical teams anymore,” Jasmine smiled, dispelling the gloom Adrian had cast.
“With CEO Holt on the case, there’s no deal we can’t close,”
Benjamin was both Jasmine’s business partner and legal counsel.
She’d recently learned that Benjamin was incredibly wealthy, the heir to the Shaw Family of The Imperial City–even richer than Adrian.
He studied law out of passion; he became a lawyer because of her.
Yet, Jasmine still wasn’t interested in dating; her focus remained on her career.
Benjamin didn’t seem to mind, contentedly staying by her side, occasionally using work as an excuse to spend time with her.
Twenty years passed. Jasmine helped countless villages escape poverty, becoming one of the nation’s top entrepreneurs, thriving in her chosen
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After twenty years of companionship, Benjamin finally succeeded, obtaining a marriage license with Jasmine, becoming her legal husband.
As for Adrian, he remained in a coma for twenty years. Before his death, he had a moment of lucidity and opened his eyes.
He said he’d time–traveled, back to when he was deeply in love with Jasmine. This time, he didn’t betray her, didn’t have an affair. They married, had children, and lived happily ever after…
Years passed swiftly.
One summer day, I lay in bed, drifting off to sleep.
It was an unusual sleep.
A dizzying sensation overwhelmed me, a powerful force pulling me into a vortex.
I awoke in a strange space, staring at a boundless expanse of stars.
voice echoed in my ears,
Welcome, Subject 263221, Jasmine, to the Top God Space.
Memories, spanning countless years, flooded back.
I remembered.
I was a traveler, traversing different timelines, repairing broken worlds, and collecting fragments of the Top God.
A luminous gateway materialized before me–t
e–the portal to my next mission.
Without hesitation, I touched the “Begin” button.
The screen glowed, and I was swept into the next world…
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