Chapter 671: Bring Her Home for the Night

The customers to the Red Club are no small potatoes. Is she really targeted?

Panic tortures Jasmine, "Then what should I do? Will they haunt me all the time?"

Pehry glances at her panic-stricken pale face, and thinks that he needs to scare her no more. He says
lukewarmly, "They will definitely see it if you come to my house today. Then they won't harass you
anymore because of me."

Jasmine says with doubt, "Really?"

"Or you can go home now. I won't stop you." As he says this, the car drives into the front yard of a villa,
and parks as the engine dies. He doesn't hurry to get off, but turns around and asks her, "What do you
say? Are you going home?"

As naive as Jasmine is, the impact of those words upon her is not frivolous. She is afraid of people like
Pehry, but compared with the two bastards tonight, Pehry is definitely kinder.

Also, one night seems not harmful, right?

He has already saved her, then he won't do her any harm, right?

Seeing through her, Pehry curls his thin lips and says tenderly, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you."

Being seen through, Jasmine's heart skips a beat. "You promise, and don't lie to me."

Pehry nods sincerely.

Jasmine looks at the small three-story mansion through the car window. It's a very typical European-
style building with large windows, clean walls, and a grand gate. She never sees such a beautiful
mansion except in TV before.



Pehry unfastens her seatbelt, and opens the door of the car, leaving no time for her hesitation, "Let's
go."

So, half willing and half pushed, Jasmine is brought back to Pehry's house.

They walk one after the other. Pehry enters passwords to unlock the door, then holds it open and
stands aside to let her through.

Jasmine slips along the wall to get inside with her shoulders narrowed, afraid that she will touch his
body.

Once she enters the living room, she is immediately caught by the impressive TV wall which is light
grey in color and decorated with a layer of some unknown material as shiny and crystal as diamond.
Next to it is a large floor-to-ceiling window, the white curtain made of gauze flutters in the wind. Even
the light beside the door is sensor light.

The interior of the room is decorated black, white, and grey. It is the Normcore style popular on
Internet, completely different from the luxurious and sumptuous decoration of the Red Club.

Jasmine watches Pehry as he throws a brand-new pair of slippers under her feet, and takes a small
step back, as if he it's a bomb instead of a pair of slippers.

Pehry frowns, "Jasmine, listen, I said I won't do anything to you. If you continue to wear an expression
like this, I'm not sure if I won't be pissed off to break my promise."

She is threatened again.

"What's wrong with my expression...?"

Pehry ponders for a few seconds, as if he is managing a description. After a while, he says, "It's an
expression that makes me want to rape you."



"..."

Jasmine nearly cries, and feels that she has got out of the dangerous Red Club only to get in another
snare.

It's impossible to leave now since she is already here. She could only try her best not to upset this
man, then everything will be fine.

After changing his shoes, Pehry leaves her alone, and gets into the kitchen. He took a bottle of ice
water from the refrigerator, and poured it down his throat.

Jasmine is very nervous and awkward, and careful with her behavior. She doesn't dare to move or sit,
only standing quietly beside the sofa.

Pehry, while drinking water, observes this little girl who is standing in the living room. Even from such a
distance, he can feel her anxiety.

…

He chuckles secretly in his heart. How mistaken he is to think she is very daring, she is actually a paper
tiger, or rather a fragile little girl who can only goggle her eyes.

But why is he attracted by this normal girl without any womanly voluptuousness?

Jasmine is indeed good-looking, but there are plenty of beautiful women around him. He always likes
mature and charming woman instead of a student.

Maybe he is too fed up with sexiness, now needs some freshness for a change?

In an instant, a confusion of thoughts clamors in his mind, but the most obvious feeling is the deep
doubt about himself.



It turns out that people really change after thirty. He used to think that he could stay away from this
mundanity, but he is ultimately part of the common herd. He is very disappointed in himself.

Jasmine stands silently for nearly fifteen minutes until Pehry couldn't stand it any longer. He walks over
to tell her, "There's a bathtub in the guest room at the left end of the second floor. You can go take a
bath."

Tormented by cautiousness and nervousness, Jasmine is really sensitive to words like "bath". Although
she is addicted to cleanliness, she shakes her head, "It's OK. I'm fine."

"..." Pehry is truly speechless. How scared is she to guard herself against him like this?

"Are you sure you want to sleep with that smell brought from the private room in the Red Club?"
Although extremely impatient, Pehry smiles, "If you don't mind, then I do. Jasmine, get up and go to
your room now."

Seeing that he is about to fly into a rage, Jasmine dare not resist, so she obediently follows him to the
second floor.

Pehry leads her directly into the room, and even fills the bathtub with water very considerately.

As long as he recalls the disgusting actions of the two bastards in the private room, he wishes to
disinfect Jasmine's entire body with alcohol.

No bath?

Impossible! She must take the bath.

Pehry gets out of the room after filling the tub. Jasmine stares at the man's back attentively until he
disappears. Then she is relieved.



Actually, she really wants to take a bath. No one feels worse than her.

Jasmine locks the door, and pulls strenuously the nearby chair to block it, fearing that he has a key.
Then she gets into the bathroom with ease.

Not leaving, Pehry stands outside the door until the flowing of the water reassures him.

His view falls on the doorknob. He knows that she must have locked the door, and he also hears the
rubbing between the chair and the floor.

Blocked and locked. Oh, how attractive does she think she is?

Pehry raises his head with contempt and turns around to leave. As soon as he gets down to the living
room, a phone call from Winfred arrives. He grabs a beer, puts the phone on the table, and turns on the
speaker, "Is it done?"

On the other end of the line, Winfred's voice is as calm and professional as ever, "Yes, Mr. Pehry. They
have admitted their mistakes and got their lessons. They say that they will never harass Miss Jasmine
anymore."

"Good."

"I've already dealt with Riya and Lea. They're going to be very disappointed if they want to find a job
from now on."


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