Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect

"I've never encountered this kind of situation, but I can't rule out the possibility of memory confusion," Eric explained patiently. "If you can confirm that you really didn't know each other before, then hypnosis might be a way to go," he added.

Yasmine pondered for a moment. She truly didn't know Yoselin before. The events of the past few years were as clear as day in her mind. There was absolutely no Yoselin, nor any such memories. "Eric, I understand what you're saying. I can confirm it," Yasmine stated solemnly.

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Eric t thought for a moment and continued, "If possible, I would recommend using Inner Peace Therapy." "Are you referring to absolute bed rest?" Yasmine inquired. "Yes, but it but it shouldn't

t be the traditional absolute bed rest therapy. Yoselin's current state lacks security. Even a slight disturbance leaves her incredibly scared. We should first help her develop a sense of self-protection," Eric said seriously. Yasmine nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I understand."

The Inner Peace Therapy Eric mentioned targets neurosis. Currently, Yoselin was experiencing insomnia and memory confusion, and she had a fear of people, which indicates severe neurosis.

What he referred to as the absolute bed rest period was the most crucial phase of Inner Peace Therapy. It meant isolating Yoselin and forbidding any communication with others. Apart from meals and necessary activities, she must remain in bed. This was quite challenging for Yoselin, but if she persevered, she would gradually accept those feelings of fear as natural emotions.

However, before starting the er Peace Therapy, Yasmine first needed to complete the argumentation phase of the Dekker Competition. During these

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seven days, Yasmine must thoroughly monitor and record Yoselin's condition.

The day before the online debate, Yasmine was nervously preparing herself at the library. The librarian even handed her the keys to ensure she had everything she needed to participate in the Dekker Competition.

Winston emailed part of the questions he prepared for Yasmine. He had been assisting Yasmine with practice debates for the past few days, and apart from him, other psychology experts from the school also helped with the practice sessions.

After committing all the materials to memory, it was nearly 2 AM, and Yasmine returned home very late. The next day, she woke up even earlier and went to the library, determined to prepare thoroughly for the evening's defense.

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In the luxury suite of Frostvale Hotel, Helen slowly awoke, finding herself stark naked beside an equally unclothed man. A wave of panic washed over her. The pounding headache from her hangover made it impossible to remember what happened, but the aching soreness all over her body was unmistakable.

Last night, she had a wild time drinking at the bar and met this man. Somehow, they ended up at the hotel. She gave him a shove. "Wake up!"

When the man woke up and saw Helen, he tried to wrap his arms around her. She shoved him away fiercely, snapping, "Get out! Just get out!"

"You little vixen, you were the one who came on to me last night. Now you're telling me to leave? You weren't saying that when you were clinging to me," the man leered at Helen.

Helen wrapped herself snugly in the blanket and cursed, "Get out of here! Let's just pretend last night never happened."

The man chuckled coldly, pulling a memory card out of his pocket. "You want me to leave? Sure, I'll go, but tomorrow you'll see these photos and videos all

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over the internet."

What? Helen's mind went blank with shock as she stared at the object in the man's hand. She exclaimed in horror, "How dare you? Do you even know who I am?*

"Of course I do. You're the eldest daughter of the Flynn family, right? Helen, do you want this memory card?" the man smirked maliciously.

Helen swallowed hard, never imagining she would be caught on camera. If this video really got out, her grandpa would kill her, she was sure of it. Even her brother wouldn't stand up for her this time, no way.

"I do! What do you want?" She looked at the man warily.

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"Money.

The Flynn residence has plenty. It seems fair to pay a bit to get your videos and photos back, doesn't it?"

"How much do you want?" Helen's voice trembled slightly.

The man scoffed, "16.5 6.5 million? Where am I supposed to find that much money?>

"16.5 million! Give me 16.5 million, and I'll hand over this memory card to you."

Helen's eyes widened. ened. 16.5

The man was growing impatient. "Well, Ms. Flynn, 16.5 million are you buying it or not?"

"Yes! I'll buy it! Just don't release it."

The man slid the memory card into his pocket and tossed a piece of paper to her. "Contact me in three days. The name's Dalton."

With trepidation, Helen took the paper as Dalton dressed and left the hotel.

Helen hugged her knees in fear. She only gets an allowance of 150 thousand dollars each month, and she spends it all before the month's end. The money from New Year's gifts and from her brother has all been squandered away. Now, even if she sold everything she had, she'd only have about 3 million, and

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that includes the jewelry her brother had bought for her.

She still needed to find 13 million from somewhere. Tears welled up in Helen's eyes at the thought of it. If only that darn Yasmine would return the 30 million dollars her brother had given her, she could get the video back. But how on earth was she supposed to get it back? Helen stumbled home, feeling utterly lost, and bumped into Yvette on the stairs. "Helen, why didn't you come home last night? Your mother and brother were really worried," Yvette asked. Avoiding her gaze,

Helen shook her head. "I ended up staying over at a friend's house because we had such a late night."'

Yvette nodded and was about to head downstairs when Helen suddenly seemed to snap back to reality and quickly called out, "Yvette!"

"Hmm? What's wrong?" Yvette asked.

Like she had found a lifeline, Helen hurried to Yvette, clutching her arm anxiously. "Yvette, do you have any money?"

"Helen, do you need money? How much are we talking about?" Yvette asked, puzzled.

"Do you have 3 million?"

Yvette's eyes widened in shock. "Helen, why do you need so much money? Why do you need it?"

Helen was getting frustrated by her questions. "Yvette, stop asking. Are you lending me the money or not?"

After a moment's thought, Yvette said, "Helen, I have 1.5 million that I can lend you, but the rest of my money is tied up in investments, so I can't access it right now. If it's urgent, I can ask your brother."

"No! Yvette, don't tell my brother," Helen said anxiously. If her brother found out, she'd be in big *trouble.

Back in her room, Helen still couldn't calm down. She rummaged through her drawers and took out all her jewelry and those luxury items in her closet, tallying everything up but realized it would only fetch a couple of million.