Rebirth: Revenge of the abandoned heirress-Chapter 17: Dearest Friends

After five days of working from dawn till dusk, exhausting herself beyond limits, Jazmine Harrison finally got to enjoy a full night's sleep.

She had stabilized her position in the company.

With no urgent matters nagging at the back of her mind, she slept soundly.

When she woke up, it was already evening.

Ha...? How long had she been asleep?

She walked out of her room in a loose t-shirt and pajama pants, rubbing her groggy eyes. The moment she finally opened them, what she saw standing by her door made her scream in fright.

"You...!" Jazmine clutched her chest, feeling her heart about to leap out of her body.

"Pfft! Jazmine, are you serious? Since when did you grow this weak-hearted?"

"How did you get into my apartment?!"

"By sliding the key card on the door, right there. Duh!"

Jazmine frowned and crossed her arms. "When did I give you my apartment keys?"

"You never did," Amelia replied cheekily.

"You never change, do you?" Jazmine sighed.

She lifted her gaze to Amelia, her expression softening.

In her past life, David Anderson had controlled every aspect of her life. He had disliked her friends, and to please him, she had distanced herself from them until they became estranged.

By the time she learned David's true nature, it had been too late to mend her relationships.

After David secured Dry Creek Fields and his power grew, anyone close to her had become a target. She had chosen isolation out of fear.

At the end of her previous life, she had felt utterly alone.

That loneliness had been one of her deepest regrets.

Now, looking at Amelia, Jazmine's green eyes warmed to a lighter shade.

"If you're done laughing, care to explain how you got past security?"

"God, I can't stop. The way you screamed—why didn't I bring a camera?"

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"Fine, laugh all you want. I need coffee." Jazmine rolled her eyes and walked into the kitchen. She brewed a fresh cup and gulped down a few sips, feeling more awake.

From outside, she heard another familiar voice.

A deep smile blossomed on her lips.

Holding the mug, she quickly walked back into the living room.

Amelia and Frank were in the middle of a heated argument.

"Jesus can be gay, but your eyes can't be virgin," Amelia scoffed.

"Slandering my chastity, are you?"

"I'm not slandering it. I'm denying its existence."

Jazmine watched them bicker with amusement.

She had lost them once.

In this life, she would never let go of them again.

David Anderson wanted her isolated and helpless—she would never give him the satisfaction.

"Frank." Jazmine's voice was filled with warmth.

Frank turned around, his usual smug grin widening.

"Jazmine?"

She set her cup down on the coffee table before throwing her arms around his neck.

"Oh...?" Frank blinked, momentarily stunned by the enthusiasm. Then, recovering his usual playful demeanor, he smirked.

"Oh my dear Jazmine, did you miss me that much? By the way, what shampoo do you use? You smell amazing. If you hug me just a little tighter—Ow! Ow! Let go of my ear!"

After twisting his ear until it turned bright red, Jazmine finally released him.

Frank pouted, rubbing his ear. His face—one that had once won over millions—was now contorted into a childish glare.

"This is no way to treat your guests. You're supposed to welcome them with love and pastries."

"I don't have pastries," Jazmine deadpanned. "But I do have whips and sandals. Want those instead?"

"Whips?" Frank's grin turned wicked. "Jazmine, why would you have whips?"

"Erase that stupid grin from your face, or I'll show you exactly why I have them."

"You're really into rough—"

Smack.

Jazmine threw a pillow straight into his face.

"Ouch! Can't I even joke?" Frank grumbled.

"Just five minutes with you, and you've already managed to shake the calm and composed President Harrison of Tang Enterprise," Amelia said with a laugh.

"Calm and composed?"

"I know, right? She's a wild beast," Frank chimed in. "But ever since her spectacular appearance on camera a few days ago, that's how the media describes her."

"The media describes me?" Jazmine frowned.

"Of course! You're a hot topic. I'm surprised you didn't know. Why else would I be jealous? I'm a model, but you're getting more coverage than even the top stars in my industry."

Jazmine narrowed her eyes.

What could be the reason for this sudden media attention?

Her instincts warned her.

Was this another ploy to affect her reputation?

Later, she would ask Emily Carrol to investigate which media corporations were giving her coverage. There had to be something behind this.

"Frank, you should be careful from now on," Amelia warned with mock seriousness. "She's no longer the same Jazmine we used to bully. She's now the wife of David Anderson and, of course, the President of Tang Enterprise. She can fire fifty people at once."

"That's an exaggeration. I only fired fifteen," Jazmine protested.

"What? Not fifty? So I was happy for no reason? Jazmine, that's disappointing. Actually firing fifty would've made you look even cooler! Now I can't brag about you to my colleagues."

Jazmine stared at him.

Frank, meanwhile, looked smug.

"So what if she's the President of Tang Enterprise?" he said. "My father is Mo Johns, the CEO of John Entertainment. I can bully my dear Jazmine all I want."

Frank was the heir to John Entertainment, a massive entertainment corporation.

She remembered that, in her past life, the company hadn't been as powerful.

But after Frank took over, he had raised it to international prominence.

Before becoming CEO, Frank had been a beloved actor, skyrocketing to stardom.

However, he had never truly cared about acting.

After a dozen hit movies and winning countless awards, he had quit the industry.

His excuse? The entertainment world was too shady, and he disliked associating with those people.

His true passion had always been fashion design.

"But now, Jazmine belongs to David Anderson," Amelia teased.

"I believe a flower belongs to no one until it's pollinated," Frank said smugly.

Jazmine stared at her two shameless friends.

It was expected from Frank, but why was Amelia acting like this too?

Had his shamelessness rubbed off on her?

"And how can you be sure this flower hasn't been pollinated by David Anderson yet?" Amelia countered.

"And how can you be so sure it has?"

"There's only one way to know..." Frank grinned and turned to Jazmine. "Jazmine, come here. Let me—"

He stopped mid-sentence when he saw her darkening expression.

"Joke! Joke! It was a joke!" he quickly corrected himself.

"Another joke like that, and I'll call my bodyguards to throw you out," Jazmine said with deadly seriousness.

Frank clamped his mouth shut, nodding obediently.

Jazmine sighed, then turned to Amelia.

"When did you two arrive? You could have told me. I would have received you."

"This morning."

"And you came straight to my apartment? Your mother must be angry."

"I missed your wedding. I was dying to see what a married Jazmine looks like."

"She's lying. She used you as an excuse to escape from her manager's grasp," Frank said.

Amelia shot him a glare. "Forget about me ever introducing you to my hot colleague."

"You don't need to introduce her. She'll come to me herself," Frank said confidently.

"Frank, you're shameless."

"I'm not shameless. I'm just handsome."

Jazmine shook her head.

Even though they were as dramatic as ever, a strange warmth filled her chest.

Something she thought she had lost forever had been returned to her.

This time, she wouldn't let it go.