Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee

Jasmine truly proved herself as the high-quality talent that the HR department head had gone to great lengths to recruit. Just one week later, she delivered the design drafts to Jared’s office. Nathan, having completed his training camp, returned to Jared’s side. “Mr. Farrell, Jasmine from the design department is waiting outside,” he informed.

Jared glanced at the design drafts in his hand and handed them to Tina. “Tina, take a look.”

After flipping through a few pages, Tina nodded, “Let her in.”

With a nervous step, Jasmine entered, glanced at Jared a few times, and quickly averted her eyes. “Chairman, madam,” she greeted.

Without looking up, Tina simply said, “The design is nice.”

“Thank you, but it still falls short compared to yours. I always feel something is slightly off, it doesn’t quite match the original concept. Could you possibly offer some guidance?” Jasmine said, her gaze unconsciously drifting towards Jared.

Tina made a few quick annotations on Jasmine’s design drafts and handed them back to her.

Jasmine received them with both hands, nodded at Tina, and then turned to Jared. “Chairman, I’m planning to hold a launch event next week. I intend to invite numerous celebrities and influential ladies from Ashbury to boost our product’s profile. What do you think?”

Jared, without looking up, murmured, “Hmm.”

Jasmine pursed her lips and quietly left Jared’s office.

As the door closed behind her, Jasmine lifted her gaze, the timid and cautious expression had vanished from her face.

Inside the office, a smile curled on Tina’s lips, as if she had stumbled upon something amusing.

Jared waved Nathan away, who tactfully exited. Jared stood up and sat next to Tina. “This happy?” he asked.

“Of course, the real show is about to start.”

Several days later.

At the launch event.

The venue was packed, with numerous media reporters invited to generate buzz for the new product line. Many had come voluntarily, eager to attend the company’s event-a significant honor that could bring considerable resources to their own firms.

Jared and Tina waited backstage.

Soon, Jasmine knocked on the door. “Chairman, everything is ready. We can enter anytime.”

Jared nodded, stood up, and adjusted his suit. “Tina, wait here for me.”

Tina acknowledged with a glance that briefly swept over Jasmine before quickly looking away.

Jasmine’s heart skipped a beat. Had Tina noticed something?

Impossible. She had disguised it too well.

With a suppressed smile, Jasmine followed Jared out.

As they left, Tina received a call from Hugo. “Tina, it’s urgent. Zack suddenly developed dysentery at kindergarten and has been taken to the hospital. You should come quickly.”

“Alright, I’m on my way,” Tina replied with a smile, evidently prepared for the situation.

Tina left through the back as Jared finished his speech on stage.

A hostess handed Jared a glass of red wine. Facing the media, he couldn’t refuse and took a sip.

Jasmine watched from below, her smile deepening.

The moment she had been waiting for!

Jared, you’ve finally died by my hand!

Minutes after drinking the wine, Jared felt his vision blur and his breathing became labored; his bones underwent strange transformations.

Though outwardly unchanged, these subtle sensations were known only to him.

Jared whispered a few words to Nathan, then silently retreated to the backstage resting room.

Jasmine watched from a distance, and seeing that Jared had left, she quietly followed him.

No one at the venue noticed that the two main characters of the company’s press conference had disappeared.

Unbeknownst to Jasmine, as she stepped away, a plump waiter also silently followed.

In the lounge.

Jared opened the door and saw that Tina was not there.

He sat on the sofa, his eyes closed.

His flawless handsome face bore a trace of restraint.

Click!

The door lock was gently picked.

Entering was the dark barrel of a gun, inching closer to Jared.

Jared’s thin lips slowly curled into a smile, and he opened his eyes, “Mr. White, nice to see you again.”

Jasmine was not surprised.

By now, Jared must have known he had been poisoned with Crimson Silk and guessed her identity, which was not surprising.

“Captain Farrell, nice to see you again,” Jasmine said arrogantly, looking at Jared with confidence, “Perhaps my words are misplaced, given your condition, you are hardly well.”

Jared laughed, “How could Mr. White see this?”

“Ha, Tina is not here, who do you think can cure your poison?”

Since infiltrating the company, Jasmine had always wanted to administer Crimson Silk to Jared, but he was inseparable from Tina, leaving her no opportunity.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

This time, she had finally managed to send Tina away and poison Jared when he was unguarded.

It had taken some effort.

Jared’s smile deepened as he spoke slowly towards the lounge, “Tina, she said you weren’t here.”

Jasmine paused, her expression frozen, “What did you say!”

“He said, you said I wasn’t here.” A voice came from inside the lounge.

Jasmine immediately aimed her gun at the lounge’s screen, and Tina gracefully walked out from behind it, her eyes bright and smiling just like Jared’s.

“How could you? You were supposed to have left!” Jasmine exclaimed.

She wouldn’t have poisoned Jared without confirming Tina had completely left; she wouldn’t take a risk otherwise!

Tina smiled, “You’re right, a Tina did leave, under your close watch, heading towards my home, only-”

Tina grinned, “That person was Snow Judd.”

Jasmine cursed under her breath; no wonder she had never found Snow Judd and Callum Maguire, they had been in Tina’s possession all along!

Tina sighed, “You can’t even recognize your own people, and you’re the second in command of GTO!”

Jasmine gritted her teeth, “Tina, go to hell!”

Her finger pulled the trigger, but the expected gunshot did not occur.

Instead, Jasmine suddenly knelt on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

She looked at Tina incredulously, “You poisoned me!”

How had Tina managed it?

She had not noticed at all.

“Hmm, it’s Crimson Silk,” Tina said, satisfied as she watched Jasmine.

From the moment Jasmine had entered, the Crimson Silk had already been administered, just undetectable.

Then, the lounge door opened again, and the plump waiter walked in.

“Boss, need a drink?”

Jasmine’s brow twitched, and with her last bit of strength, she pinned the waiter to the ground, pulling a dagger from her waist and pressing it against his major artery.

“Cure the poison, or he’s a dead man!”