Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 370: 370: Jasmine Clark goes out to borrow money

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On the second day, Jasmine Clark got dressed up early in preparation to go out.

When she reached the staircase, she happened to meet Juliet Jordan’s son, North Jordan. North looked at her with disgust and said mockingly, “Isn’t it too early for you to be dressed up so gaudily? What are you up to again? Jasmine, look at what you’ve done to my aunt. Can’t you just stay put for a while?”

He really didn’t understand why his dad had to unconditionally indulge this first young lady. To be honest, he found nothing good about his cousin.

Arrogant, impulsive, vengeful, fiercely competitive…she had all the traits of a spoiled miss, but none of the boldness or wisdom a first young lady should possess! All she ever did was spend money and stir up trouble; when things got bad, she relied on her aunt and his dad to clean up her mess. It was infuriating!

“Uncle said I can go out as I please, what’s it to you?” Jasmine sneered, flicking her nails as she walked past him. “You should mind your own business.” “You!” Jasmine invoked her uncle’s name again, leaving North Jordan at a loss

“You!” Jasmine invoked her uncle’s name again, leaving North Jordan at a loss for words, his face turning blue with rage.

Jasmine proudly returned his look of contempt and waved goodbye to him mockingly as she walked away in her high heels.

Once she left the Jordan Manor.

She opened the car door and told the driver, “Take me to City Center.”

“Alright.”

The Lamborghini drove towards City Center.

In a high-class private café, Jasmine’s friends had all gathered. They greeted her as she arrived. “Little Jasmine.”

“Jasmine. ”

“Dear, I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too.” Jasmine set her purse down, pulled out a chair and sat down.

Her friend beside her ordered a cappuccino for her and then complained, “Ever since your dad took you away last time, we couldn’t get in touch with you. What happened? Did you get into trouble and get locked up by your dad?”

Jasmine frowned, annoyed by the mention of her embarrassing predicament, “I wasn’t locked up, I just stayed home with my mom for a couple of days.” The girl who asked her didn’t seem convinced and clearly didn’t believe Jasmine’s words.

Considering Jasmine’s extravagant nature, she didn’t believe that Jasmine would ever willingly stay put at home; she must have made a mistake and been confined.

If Jasmine knew what the girl was thinking, she probably would have been furious. However, she didn’t, and sipped her coffee, putting down her cup before saying, “Girls, I asked you guys here today because I need to borrow some money. Can you help me put together 75 thousand?”

“75 thousand?” The girls exchanged glances, their expressions resembling those who had just swallowed a fly. One of them bluntly said, “Jasmine, aren’t you a wealthy heiress? Why are you asking us for money?”

“Exactly, if you don’t have money, where are we supposed to get it from?”

Jasmine didn’t expect her friends, who usually enjoyed treats and attention from the second generation of wealthy male friends around her, to be so unwilling to help when it really mattered. Her face suddenly darkened, and she slapped the cup down on the table, “I’m not refusing to pay you back, is it necessary to treat me like this? Huh! I’m asking if you can help me get together 7-5 thousand!”

Having stated her case, one girl hesitantly replied, “Jasmine, it’s not that we won’t help you, but we really can’t come up with 75 thousand.”

“Don’t give me that! You’re telling me none of you made any money from hanging around those wealthy second-generation guys?” Jasmine was not mincing words.

It is said that one should not hit someone in the face, but Jasmine was exposing their secrets without any regard in a public place, causing their faces to look unhappy..