Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 161

It was just that if he accepted a woman whom even his sworn enemy turned his nose up at, it would

mean that his judgment wasn't as good as Dylan's. He was unwilling to lose to Dylan when it came to

relationships.

"President Mendelson, do you have someone you like?" Yasmine wasn't angry at being explicitly turned

down by Frank. Perhaps because she had chased Dylan for a few years without getting anything in

return, she became thick-skinned enough to not feel embarrassed after being turned down by the man

she had her eyes on. She handed Frank the spoon and fork she had brought with her. "You may have

breakfast first. Let's chat over breakfast."

"Thank you, Miss Zorn, but I have breakfast at a fixed time between seven to eight in the morning each

day. I won't have breakfast again after this period." Frank was telling the truth. He lived his life

according to a routine that no one had been able to break so far. "I don't have feelings for anyone

either," he continued.

As he said the sentence, he thought of Kendall again. He thought of the dream that had plagued him

for a long time, in which he had slept with Kendall. I've had the same dream many times, which means

that I've slept with her countless times… Do I like her? he thought.

He couldn't be certain of that, nor was it possible for him to talk about Kendall.

Yasmine was well-behaved in front of him, but she was wayward and spoiled in front of others. Kendall

won't be a match for Yasmine—no, that's wrong. Yasmine can't beat her. She's formidable. After all,

she is someone who could even bring down my bodyguard. His lips curved into a smile.

"What are you thinking about, President Mendelson? You're smiling to yourself." She was mesmerized

by Frank's smile. The words 'devastatingly good-looking' crossed her mind; these were the words she

could only think of, though she knew they weren't quite apt to be used to describe men. In addition to

his handsome looks, Frank had a pair of charming eyes. If it weren't for his frosty demeanor, he

would've given the impression of a feminine and devilishly beautiful man who wasn't as masculine as

Dylan.

"It has nothing to do with you, Miss Zorn."

Yasmine didn't try to pry further. Since she had transferred her affections to Frank, she naturally had

her brother find out everything about Frank. After all, only by knowing him as much as she knew herself

could she capture his heart.

She had been unable to capture Dylan's heart because Dylan was cold-hearted and unfeeling; she

dared to say that no woman in the world could melt his heart. She had to win Frank's heart! "President

Mendelson, you don't have someone you like yet, while I had to give up because the person I liked

refused to marry me. Why don't we try dating? Perhaps we'll both realize that we suit each other very

well."

Frank raised his hand to look at his watch. "Miss Zorn, I have to get ready to work," he said, asking her

to leave.

Yasmine pursed her red lips before replying, "I'll leave right away after you have a taste of all the foods

that I brought over." She shamelessly insisted on staying.

As expected of the daughter of the Zorn Family. She's confident enough to not be afraid of me, huh?

Frank stared fixedly at her for a moment. Then, he called his secretary on the house phone, saying,

"Have a few female security guards come up here to escort Miss Zorn out."

He wasn't afraid of the Zorn Family, but he didn't want to offend Yasmine thoroughly because of her

status, thus arranged for some female security guards to come over to escort her downstairs.

Yasmine's expression changed when she heard his instructions. "President Mendelson!"

After hanging up the phone, he said coldly in a deep voice, "Miss Zorn, if you don't want to be escorted

out of the building by my company's security guards, then pack up your stuff right away and take them

away with you to spare your dignity."

Yasmine bit her lower lip. As expected of Dylan's sworn enemy. He is a tough nut to crack, just like

Dylan. "Is your foot still okay?" she asked him about his foot which Kendall had stepped on as she

began to pack up her stuff so that she wouldn't appear so embarrassed.

"The swelling has gone down a little. Thanks for your concern, Miss Zorn."

"Didn't Ms. Parker say anything? She stepped so hard on your foot, after all." Yasmine had put the six

kinds of delicacies back into the lunch boxes as she conversed with him.

"She apologized," Frank said impassively. "She didn't mean it, so I let it slide after she apologized to

me."

She smiled. "President Mendelson, you're quite forgiving of her, huh?"

"Are you suggesting I should pester her on the excuse of my foot injury?"

Yasmine was rendered speechless. Of course, she didn't want Frank and Kendall to meet again. Even

if she thought she was 100 times better than Kendall, she couldn't guarantee that Frank wouldn't take a

shine to Kendall, whose beauty could surpass Kelly's when she was dressed in her best clothes. But so

what if Kendall is pretty? Didn't Dylan get back at her? She's now still working for Dylan at the Coleman

Mansion as an unpaid housekeeper. With Dylan's current temperament, she's definitely living a life

worse than death!

At the thought of this, Yasmine felt much better. She stood up and picked up the two lunch boxes. After

meeting Frank's eyes, she said, "Sorry for bothering you, Frank, but I won't give up on you."

"Goodbye, Miss Zorn."

Yasmine took a deep breath before turning around to leave. As soon as she came out of the president's

office, she saw a few female security guards coming upstairs.

Seeing that she had come out of her own accord, Frank's secretary stood up and saw her out while

telling the female security guards to head downstairs.

Before entering the elevator, Yasmine handed the lunch boxes to the secretary and said gently, "Mr.

Robson, President Mendelson already had breakfast, so he couldn't eat these. You can have these

instead."

Larry, the secretary, was unmoved by the favor she had shown him. "Thank you, Miss Zorn, but I've

had breakfast too." Regardless of whether Yasmine could win Frank's heart, he wouldn't accept her

kindness, nor would he dare to do so.

Instead of getting angry with him, she smiled and praised, "You're pretty good, Mr. Robson. I'll

remember you."

"It's my honor that you can remember me, Miss Zorn. The elevator's here. This way, please." Larry

made a farewell gesture to her.

Yasmine gave him a sweet smile before stepping into the elevator. As soon as the elevator door

closed, her smile vanished. She wanted to throw away the two insulated lunch boxes, but she

eventually decided against it. However, before leaving the Mendelson Group, she left the two lunch

boxes at the front desk, saying that these were presents for the front desk ladies.

Then, she strode off regardless of the front desk ladies' response.

Soon after that, her red Ferrari sports car sped out of the Mendelson Group like a ball of fire.

The Mendelson Group wasn't far from Coleman Empire Holdings. Yasmine instinctively drove to

Coleman Empire Holdings, but instead of heading inside, she merely stopped outside the company's

entrance and stared at the 68-story office tower while being lost in thought. After a long time, she finally

drove away.

She had to give up on Dylan, no matter how much she loved him and how reluctant she was to part

with him. He had never given her hope; even his birthday gift for her was a cheap vase full of sarcastic

meaning. Wasn't he mocking me for being a useless pretty face just like a hollow vase? Could it be that

Dylan likes strong and competent women? There was no way she could be a strong and competent

woman. She had so many brothers, all of whom spoiled her rotten. How could they be willing to let her

go out to work? How could she become a strong and competent woman without the chance to work?

Luckily, there was rarely any competent woman in her social circles. Like her, everyone in her social

circles lived a dull life where they could only relieve their boredom by spending money.