I'm sure I've seen you in my dreams

I'm feeling like ain't first time

we ever meet

You make the time fly slow, slow

Just like slow rivers flow

Slow

The mansion house looked luxurious with a fusion of architectural styles. It was ginormous and took up an area of more than 1,000 square meters. There were countless cars pooling in and out of the front gates.

Although Simon Sebastian was notoriously violent and cold- blooded, the cash prize of the resulting marriage worth 18 million dollar and the identity as the daughter-in-law of the Sebestians were still enough to attract a large number of participants.

Yasmin was one of them.

Yasmine reported herself and the purpose of her visit to the security office. She was then led into the waiting room by the person in charge of the banquet, where many women were already waiting.

"The official meeting is about to start soon. Please get ready. Don't leave in a hurry after you're done. Whether you're chosen or not, Madam Mila will treat all of you to lunch at noon."

After the person in charge concluded his announcement, he picked up the register list and readout, "Stella Owen, please come with me."

A sweet-looking girl got up and was taken to the reception room. She walked really fast, looking very excited. Ten minutes later, she came back with her makeup smeared as tears flooded down her cheeks.

A girl asked her, "Stella, what did Simon do to you?"

Stella glanced at the girl, grabbed her bag, and ran away in defeat. The crowd sighed.

Soon, more and more girls were brought away and coincidentally, they all came back in tears. Gossip and soft murmurs started to stir in the waiting room.

Yasmin looked at all this calmly and promptly took out her phone to send a text message to her family driver, York.

She did not participate in their speculations and discussions. When they discussed how to deal with the rumored devil, she just sent a text message on the phone.

Finally it was her turn. Looking at the sympathetic eyes cast at her, she was not nervous or uneasy. When she left the hall, the driver waited at the door: "Miss, you want me to buy something for you."

"Thank you." She took it and followed the person in charge into a dark room.

The reception room was huge and spacious, yet it gave people a strange sense of suffocation.

Simon was sitting on a sofa in the middle of the room. He had slanted eyebrows that were like swords, deep, black eyes with a sharp gaze, thin lips, sharp and angular features, and a tall but strong figure... He looked exactly as how he was described in the news and as handsome as they reported.

But the description from the news was actually only one-tenth of how he actually looked. Handsome was not the exact word. He looked ethereal, majestic like he was born to be king, making others kneel and submit themselves to him. This was indeed the case.

Yasmin took a deep breath and calmly sat down in front of him. She opened the plastic bag and took out a large pack of tissues, putting it on the table in front of her.

"What are you doing?" Simon raised his thick black eyebrows and asked.

"To wipe my tears later," Yasmin answered calmly.

Simon was stunned and soon burst into laughter. "Do you think every woman who comes here goes out crying?"

"But none of them went out with a smile," said Yasmin in a matter-of-fact tone.

"That's because I raised a question and was very disappointed with their answers."

"Is it a requirement for every woman here to answer your questions?" Yasmin asked.

"Yes." Yasmin nodded and said," Okay, start asking then."

"Do you know how many times I have been divorced?" Simon asked.

"Six," Yasmin answered. It was an open secret. Everybody knew about this.

"And do you think that a man who can't even manage his family, would have the ability to manage a company well?" Simon followed up with another question.

"Well, certainly. Personal disputes have nothing to do with a person's capability at work." Yasmin answered coolly without pausing.

Simon could not help but stare at her, smirking, what an insightful answer. It sounded genuine. There was truly a big contrast between her and all the previous women who only knew how to bat their eyelashes and give silly answers,.

"What's your name?" Simon asked. "Yasmin Taylor."

"You may leave now." Yasmin did not leave immediately.

She stared at him straight in the eye and asked, "Will you choose me?"

"Why should I choose you? Give me a reason." Simon's lips curled, and he seemed to be interested in her confidence.

"I'm very confident that I can be your seventh and last wife."

"My last wife?" Simon snorted, "No woman has the audacity to act so arrogantly before me."

"If you don't believe it, you can give me a try, unless you're really afraid that I really have the ability to do so.

Hearing this, Simon snickered menacingly, "Well, since you're so sure, I'll give you a chance just for your courage. But remember, it doesn't matter who I choose because I don't want to love any woman at all."

After finishing his words, he stood up and walked out of the door.

Yasmin let out a long sigh of relief, thanking her lucky stars. She got up and followed behind him. When they appeared, everyone outside the door had their eyes glued on her and Simon.

"Young Master, you've made your decision?" The person in charge blubbered in confusion when he saw Simon coming out of the reception room.

"Yes, it's her." Simon raised his chin slightly, pointing at Yasmin.

Almost immediately, the waiting room exploded in a frenzy. Yasmin stirred up public shock and anger.

"What ability does she have to be chosen by you, Mr Sebastian?" Someone wailed.

"Isn't she Yasmin Taylor? How can she be better than me? If I went in before her, I would be the chosen one." Another jeered.

"That's right. How could she..." One was too shocked to finish her sentence.

"Young Master's choice has never been and shouldn't be questioned." The person in charge smiled and said, "Everyone, please enter the banquet hall."

After that, he turned to Simon and Yasmin and said, "Young master, Madam said that if you have chosen your fiancee, you may bring her to the main hall to meet her."

Simon turned around and walked directly towards the main hall.

Yasmin nodded at the person in charge to thank him, and then followed him in small steps, taking deep breaths.

Yasmin Taylor suddenly became the focus. She was not afraid of any questioning or challenges, as her purpose was clear.

In the main hall, an elegant, older lady was waiting for them. Like Simon, she had the aura of superiority, but the smile on her face was kind and sincere.

She was surprised, the lady was completely different from the stereotypical image of the evil mother-in-law.

"Is this the girl you chose?" Mila Sebestian asked Simon.

Simon replied, "Yes." dismissively, while taking his seat.

Mila held Yasmin's hand and sat her down next to herself. She asked kindly, "Which family are you from?"

"Madam, I'm the eldest daughter of Henry Taylor. My name is Yasmin Taylor." Yasmin replied in a respectful manner.

"How old are you, my dear?" Mila asked gently.

"Twenty two." Yasmine gave her a shy smile, as she was not so nervous anymore.

"Were you scared by my son just now?" chuckled Mila.

"No, Mr. Sebastian is not as scary as I thought." When Yasmin said this, she purposely glanced at Simon, anticipating his reaction. Simon let out an obvious snort, but he didn't refute.

Mila's eyes widened, clearly taken aback, She looked back and forth between Yasmin and Simon, and said in a trembling tone, "I'll leave my son under your care. Our family will treat you well, I can assure you that."

"Thank you, madam." Yasmin nodded politely.

"And tomorrow, the wedding for both of you shall be held at the Emperor Hotel," Mila added.

"Thank you — " Yasmin was about to answer.

"No." Simon interrupted her, "I have a wedding every time I get married. It's too troublesome."

"What do you mean by 'too troublesome'? This is Yasmin's first marriage! We have to give her a proper ceremony! It's our obligation!" Mila was old but indignant. She stood her ground firmly.

Simon went silent. He did not say anything, but glanced at Yasmin and left.

Mila glared at him and comforted Yasmine, "He has such a bad temper, but he is still a good soul in deep down. Don't mind him."

"I'm not afraid, we had a great conversation just now."

"Oh my god, that's great..." She grabbed Yasmin's hands and said sincerely "Then my son will ask you.

If you marry in the future, our family will treat you well."

"Thank you, Mrs. Sebestian." Yasmin walked out of the gate of Sebastian's villa, and the warm sun came on her face, she closed her eyes said silently in her heart: Mom, I did it.

Returning triumphantly, Dorothy laughed from ear to ear, boasting that her life was good and she could marry a good family. A good marriage may not necessarily lead to a good husband-in-law. The better you marry, the less you will end up.

Yasmin listened to her flattery, only feeling ironic. They want her to live low and humble. But she wants to live noble. One day, she will step on all those who once rode on her head.

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