Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 160

The store manager was startled for a moment. Still, she replied with a smile, "Okay, I'll definitely pass

on what you said to President Evans. Master Dylan, would you like to go upstairs for a cup of tea?"

Dylan had Ronnie wheel him out of the store. If it weren't for him having to trouble Laura with this, he

wouldn't have come to L.E. Boutique.

The store manager saw Dylan and his entourage out of the store. "Thank you for coming, Master

Dylan." She respectfully saw him off, as if seeing an emperor off.

After leaving L.E. Boutique's main store, Dylan opened WhatsApp on his cell phone, only to fall silent

for a while. After that, he made five transactions to Kendall's bank account on his cell phone,

transferring 10,000 each time.

Soon after that, Kendall sent him a voice message, which he opened. Her puzzled voice rang in the

car. "Dylan, why did you transfer money to my bank account? Do you need me to buy something for

you?"

Instead of responding to the voice message, he typed on his phone, 'It's your pocket money for this

morning.' Then, he sent her the text message.

Kendall was startled for a moment when she received Dylan's reply. Soon after that, though, she

realized what was going on. When Tilly gave her a hard time this morning, she did say that Dylan had

never given her pocket money, to which he listened and responded by giving her pocket money right

now. He gave me 50,000 per morning, which means that he'll give me 100,000 per day, right? How

generous! Without being reserved with him, she accepted the 50,000 worth of pocket money he had

transferred to her bank account.

Dylan's handsome face broke into a smile when he saw that she had accepted the money. Of course,

she couldn't see him smile. He texted her, 'Just tell me if you need to buy anything. I'll give you extra

money that isn't part of your pocket money.'

'Alright. Thank you, Dylan.' Kendall thanked him before sending him a kiss mark emoji.

"How shameless," Dylan mumbled, but his voice took on an unprecedented note of affection.

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Meanwhile, at Mendelson Group, as soon as Frank was wheeled out of the elevator by his bodyguard,

his male secretary came up to him and went to the president's office with him while reporting on his

work to him.

Frank would occasionally give a few words of reply as he listened to his secretary's report. At last, his

secretary said in a deep, gentle voice, "President Mendelson, Miss Zorn is waiting for you in the VIP

room."

Frank frowned. "Miss Zorn?" Don't tell me it's Yasmine.

His secretary replied, "It's Miss Yasmine Zorn from Zorn Holdings. She came here early this morning

with two insulated lunch boxes. It seems that she's here to bring you breakfast." President Mendelson

is young, handsome, and rich. Even though he's always been reduced to No. 2 by Master Dylan, he's

still a presence that others can only look up to, he thought. Countless women courted Frank openly or

loved him in secret, but nobody had ever caught his eye. It was like he was prejudiced against women.

Even his secretary was male; he didn't allow female secretaries to work by his side.

"Uh-huh," Frank mumbled impassively. "Tell her to come to my office."

Having heard his reply, the secretary said respectfully, "Yes, President Mendelson." He headed for the

VIP room, whereas Frank was wheeled into the president's office by his bodyguard.

As soon as Frank sat down on the swivel chair behind his desk, Yasmine, led by Frank's secretary,

knocked on the door and came in. "President Mendelson." Having gotten all dolled up for today, she

looked even more radiant and charming than during the birthday party. She was holding a limited-

edition Hermès purse in one hand while carrying two three-layered insulated lunch boxes in the other.

After she came in, Frank's secretary and bodyguard silently left the office and closed the door.

"What brings you here, Miss Zorn?" Frank asked Yasmine impassively in reply. Somehow, looking at

the attractively dressed woman, he thought of Kendall, who had been dressed in her best clothes the

other night. In reality, she was by no means inferior to Yasmine, who acted all high and mighty in front

of her and even tried a few times to embarrass her because she came from a less distinguished family

background. How dare she embarrass the mother of my child! A hint of anger flashed across his eyes,

but he quickly blinked his eyes to conceal it so that Yasmine didn't notice it.

Yasmine came over and put the insulated lunch boxes on Frank's desk before seating herself across

from him on his own. With a poised and graceful smile on her face, she said directly without beating

around the bush, "I'm here to bring you breakfast. I had my family's chef prepare these for you, and

they're your favorite food." As she spoke, she opened the lids of the lunch boxes and put the layers

onto the desk one by one, instantly transforming his desk into a dining table with six kinds of

meticulously prepared delicious food placed on it.

Frank darted a look at these delicious foods. Indeed, they were what he usually liked to eat. It seemed

that Yasmine had done a good job of inquiring about his preferences. "Miss Zorn," he said in a deep

voice. "You and I are only on speaking terms, so it rattles me when you bring me my favorite breakfast

early in the morning. Could you give me an explanation for this? Do you have a favor to ask of me or

something? I never accept a reward that I don't deserve."

Yasmine stared fixedly at him. In the past, she had always been preoccupied with Dylan. Thinking that

he was the best man in the world, she turned up her nose at other men, no matter how outstanding

they were. It wasn't until now that she realized Frank was by no means inferior to Dylan.

The two men had been fighting against each other both openly and secretly for years, but Frank had

always lost to Dylan. One could only say that it was because Frank wasn't as lucky as Dylan was. The

Mendelson Group's foundation wasn't as strong as that of Coleman Empire Holdings, or Frank wouldn't

have always been ranked second to Dylan.

If she were to marry Frank and become his wife, she would definitely be able to defeat Dylan. When I

stand beside Frank and be envied by everyone as the most prestigious and respectable woman of the

city, will Dylan regret rejecting my feelings and advances for years? she thought. "President

Mendelson, I don't like beating around the bush, and besides, we're both adults. Since we know what

we're doing, there's no need to mince words. I've fallen in love with you, and I want to court you for the

purpose of marrying you."

Frank's eyes flickered. Despite her wayward disposition, Yasmine was quite straightforward. He

thought better of her when she said without mincing her words that she wanted to make a move on

him. However, he was indifferent to other women as the baby was the only thing that had stirred his

emotions. He thanked her politely, saying, "Thank you for the great favor you've shown me, Miss Zorn.

It's really my honor that you have feelings for me. However, I have no feelings for you. In order not to

hinder you from courting another man, please give up on me and court someone else."

Everyone in Orapolis knew that the one Yasmine truly loved was Dylan, whom she had gone after for a

few years. However, Dylan was crippled after the accident, and it was said that his male organ could no

longer function. And now, she turns her eyes to me. What a quick shift of affections, huh? Well, it

shows that this woman is a down-to-earth woman who will never compromise herself. Indeed, I'm the

only person among the talented young men in Orapolis who matches her status.