Chapter 12

Hearing those ridicules felt worse to Yasmin than if those people had just killed her. She had always been proud of her piano skills. So, how could she accept being insulted for those same skills right now? She blamed this outcome on the wretched Yvette. Eyes turning red with venomous, seething rage, she turned to growl at Yvette. "You did this on purpose. You deliberately made a fool of me in public!" She couldn't believe Yvette had tricked her into going on stage and humiliating herself like this. "Didn't you want me to make a fool of myself, too?" Yvette blinked while speaking with a neutral tone, seemingly unfazed. "I'm merely doing to you what you're doing to me." Yasmin had been scheming things openly and in secret since Yvette returned a few days ago. It wasn't that Yvette had no temper. She was merely too lazy to settle the score with Yasmin. However, because Yasmin insisted on starting trouble for her, she decided not to let Yasmin get away with it. "You!" Yasmin gritted her teeth while the rims of her eyes reddened even more. "Don't get smug, Yvette. You've only won against me today. Just wait and see! I'll beat you one of these days!" Yvette glanced at the former's red eyes as she spoke with solemnity. "You can't win against me. Your skills are shit, but you refuse to go through hardships and are unwilling to practice. This level is as far as your piano abilities can go." Anger burbled in Yasmin as she thought, "How dare this bitch shame me like this? All my piano teachers have praised me for having incredible talent, but this bitch is saying I have none?" She was so furious that her entire body trembled, and the murderous loathing in her eyes threatened to pour out. She raised her palm, ready to smack Yvette. Yvette had fast enough reflexes to dodge the hit, then grab Yasmin's wrist. Malice gleamed in her eyes as she exerted the slightest force through her hands. Even so, it was enough to make Yasmin's face writhe in pain. "Argh—that hurts! Let go of me this instant!" Yasmin snapped. Only a frosty stare came from Yvette as she grabbed Yasmin's collar and firmly patted the latter's cheek. It didn't hurt, but it embarrassed Yasmin. "I don't have a good temper. I won't spare you this easily if you annoy me again." A ruthless storm brewed in Yasmin's face. However, she pretended to cry pitifully once she saw Yara approaching them with concern. "I know you don't like me, Yvie, but you don't have to change the music sheet and deliberately embarrass me onstage!" "What's this? What's going on?" Yara heard Yasmin's cries once she got to the stage. She comforted the latter at once, "You must've misunderstood, Yasmin. Yvie would never do something like that!" The hatred in Yasmin's heart intensified when Yara chose to believe Yvette without hesitation. Yasmin couldn't accept how Yara, who once promised to see her as a daughter, was fully biased toward Yvette now. By then, Yasmin understood she wouldn't gain anything by dragging Yvette's reputation through the mud. So, she switched up her strategy by crying like the most pitiful person there. She murmured, "I'm so sorry, Aunt Yara. I was just so upset that I misunderstood Yvie. It's all my fault! I brought shame to you and Uncle Irwin!" At the end of the day, Yara had raised Yasmin like one of her own. So, her heart couldn't help aching at the sight of Yasmin crying. "Please don't cry, Yasmin. I know your capabilities and skill level. You just had a bad performance today. That's all." Yasmin seized the chance to lean into Yara's embrace and cry even harder. "But Aunt Yara! Everyone will surely laugh at me in secret!" "Don't worry. I'll get your uncle to deal with this. Nobody will dare insult you behind your back!" With Yara's assurance, Yasmin flashed a barely noticeable smug look before saying, "You're too nice to me, Aunt Yara!" Yasmin had long known the concept of "ask, and you shall receive". She figured she could remove Yvette from Yara's and Irwin's hearts if she continued latching onto the couple. After all, she believed she was the Murray family's youngest child and only heiress! Yvette could never mean anything to the Murrays. … Martha hadn't stopped searching for Yvette. Once her gaze settled and locked onto the latter's figure, she covered her mouth to giggle in secret. She mused, "Gosh, this little lady is pretty and compliments my grandson perfectly! I bet they'd make gorgeous babies!" The more Martha looked at Yvette, the more satisfied she was with the her. Yet, she couldn't shake the feeling that Yvette seemed familiar. She tried to recall where she had seen Yvette before. Then, it hit her like a ton of bricks. Wasn't Yvette the lady who saved her the other day? It turned out that she hadn't recognized Yvette because the latter had put on some makeup today. After snapping to her senses, Martha became overjoyed and couldn't stop smiling. She couldn't believe her dream had come true. The lady from that day had actually become her granddaughter-in-law! She whipped out her phone to dial Wilson's number. The call soon connected, and a man's magnetic voice rang out, "Grandma." "Will, you'd better get over to the Murrays' banquet now!" Martha urged. "Grandma, I'm very busy here. I don't have the time—" "No, I don't care! You must attend tonight's banquet, or…" Marth couldn't think of anything to threaten Wilson with. So, she muttered bitterly, "Or I'll refuse to eat from today on! I-I'll starve myself and leave you without a grandmother!" That rendered Wilson speechless. "I mean it. You must attend tonight, or I won't acknowledge you as my grandson ever again!" Martha became fired up as she snapped, "If you still refuse to come, I'll assume you're pissing me off on purpose! Things'll get difficult if I suffer from a heart attack!" She had used every trick she could. Wilson's rich and magnetic voice had a tinge of helplessness. "Okay, Grandma. I'll go." Martha chirped right up when she heard that. "Oh, good! You're coming soon, right?" Wilson hung up before answering, then turned to speak coldly. "Prepare the car. We're going to Murray Manor." Samuel was shocked as he exclaimed, "You're really going to Murrays' banquet, Mr. Quinn?" "Yeah." Wilson gave a casual nod. A menacing frost coated his pointed gaze as he felt this was a good opportunity to terminate the marriage agreement with the Murrays' daughter. … "Bad news, Boss! Something's wrong with the chip!" Yvette had exited the banquet hall to answer a call. Her brows knotted together as she asked, "What happened?" "I don't know either. Those old guys at the research institute were doing decent work, but the chip suddenly became damaged and irreparable… "The guys were all freaking out, so I had to call you." Jake, who spoke on the other end of the call, sighed deeply. "Boss, you should come over. Everyone here needs you!" Yvette didn't hesitate. She nodded, agreeing right away. "Got it. I'll be right over." The chip was crucial. She couldn't risk anything happening to it.