Rebirth: Revenge of the abandoned heirress
Chapter 101: Weird People of President company

Chapter 101: Weird People of President company

Jazmine Harrison observed Sebastian Crowne’s darkening face."Hey, come back!" Jazmine didn’t know what kind of hell his thoughts had wandered into while she’d been silently eating. If it had been anyone else but Jazmine Harrison, they would’ve stumbled back and never dared to distract the ’Devil’ when he looked so—so—scary.

But the moment he faced Jazmine, the dark demons hovering over him vanished in an instant and were replaced with smiling angels."Why don’t you just return with me? I’ve already asked Elias to prepare."

"With you?" Jazmine was reminded of the private jets Sebastian owned. How could she forget she was speaking to one of the richest men in all of mainland China? "Fine. But I’ll have to bring my secretary with me." Jazmine still had a lot to discuss with Emily Carrol. Earlier that day, Emily had texted her saying some issues had popped up in the company back in Beijing—something involving the Anderson family. Jazmine had been waiting for the reports and planned to listen to Emily on the way back.

"Why not?" Although he smiled, Jazmine failed to catch the devilish glint in Sebastian’s eyes.

Jazmine sent a message to Emily, asking her to arrive at the Crowne family residence that evening.

That afternoon, when she walked out holding the agreement papers in her hand, she was stared at by every person she passed."What are these strange glances about?" If photos had been allowed inside the company, they would’ve already taken shots of her and posted them everywhere. Elias’s method had clearly been effective. When Jazmine passed through the lobby, she didn’t see the usual receptionist. Instead, another woman had taken her place.

The new receptionist shrank in her chair the moment she felt Jazmine’s curious gaze. There was visible fear in her eyes as she looked away, trying not to be seen."The people in President Crowne’s company are so weird." Jazmine couldn’t understand the strange atmosphere.

Shaking her head, she climbed into her car and gave Rolf an address. It took more than an hour to arrive due to Hong Kong’s heavy traffic.

"Stay here. I’ll be back in an hour." Jazmine stepped out of the car and headed up the stairs. The residential block was modest, low-key, and fairly cheap. Her lips curled up as she entered the elevator. On the sixth floor, she stepped out and headed to the door Lucian Smith had texted her.

After just one knock, the door opened.

"President, you’re already here?" Lucian adjusted his glasses, a bit embarrassed as he stepped aside to let her in. "Don’t mind the mess." His cheeks flushed, and he coughed awkwardly. The floor was littered with pizza boxes and dirty laundry.

Jazmine shook her head, helpless. "You need some discipline. In just two days, you’ve managed to ruin this place. It seems I need to pay a visit to your mother." Young people these days.

"President, let’s ignore it for now. I’ve already gathered everything you asked for. We should go over that. "Amidst the chaos, he respectfully pulled out a chair for her, then took his seat in front of his wall of computer monitors. "Six years ago, you went missing for a whole month. Someone cleared all records. But you know me—nothing stays hidden from my eyes. President, you’re going to be surprised by what I discovered. Your disappearance is connected to the prestigious Crowne family of Hong Kong." Lucian looked so smug, fully expecting a dramatic gasp from her.

Only to be disappointed.

"I already know that. Is there anything worthy you found?" Jazmine’s expression was calm and unbothered.

Worthy.Ouch...

Lucian’s proud posture sagged. Two nights of relentless work, dismissed just like that?

"President, try to recall something. Is everything blank during the time you went missing?"

"I’ve been remembering a few things recently. It’s coming back slowly but steadily—things that were completely blacked out before."

"In that case, I want to show you the photo of someone."As he said that, an image appeared on the largest screen.

It showed two women—one older, one younger.

"That’s me."The younger one had clear features and short hair. Her vivid green eyes confirmed her identity—it was a younger version of Jazmine Harrison.

"Who’s the woman beside me?" Jazmine leaned in, squinting as she tried to recognize her. The woman was a little older, perhaps by two or three years. Her sleek black hair flowed down to her waist, and her beauty was striking. The way her arms rested gently on young Jazmine’s shoulders showed a kind of care.

Whether it was genuine or fake, Jazmine couldn’t tell from a mere photo.

"Who could she be? How could I forget her?"

"You really don’t remember anything about her?" Lucian asked, disappointed."I looked into the medical causes of your memory loss. It’s likely head trauma—can cause memory gaps for a specific time span before the injury. The best way to recover memories is to expose you to people or places from that time. If you can remember this woman, it might unlock what happened after she brought you to Hong Kong."

"Wait! Are you saying she’s the one who brought me to Hong Kong?" Jazmine was shocked. "Who exactly is she?"

...

She looked deeply at the picture.

Indeed, it was when Sebastian Crowne had brought her to that terrace that she had first begun to recall fragments—vague flickers that teased the edges of her mind. Later, when she’d visited Uncle Wei’s place, it had happened again. The memories were like scattered puzzle pieces, each locked behind fog, waiting to be connected by some invisible thread.

And this woman... she might be that thread.

"Do you know anything else about this woman?" Jazmine asked, her voice tight.

Lucian Smith sighed, disappointed by her lack of recognition."She used to be a piano prodigy. International acclaim. Dozens of awards. In December, six years ago, she came to Beijing to attend a concert. I couldn’t trace all the details, but she’s definitely connected to your arrival in Hong Kong. If you could recognize her, it’d help us unlock a lot."

"But I’ve never seen her in the media," Jazmine murmured, eyes still fixed on the photo. "If she was that famous, I would’ve noticed her somewhere."

Lucian shook his head ."She vanished from public life exactly six years ago. Just... disappeared. They said she injured her hand—something that ended her ability to play. Music was her world. Without it, she spiraled. Depression. Several suicide attempts. And then... nothing."

Jazmine stared silently. Piano. The word scratched at something buried deep inside her.

"Does she have any ties to the Crowne family?" she asked quietly.

"Yes, President," Lucian confirmed. "Her family—the Blackwoods—always had close relations with the Crownes. Rumor had it she might even marry into the family someday."

Jazmine’s body went still. Her face showed nothing, but her lips pressed into a tight line.

"Don’t mind the media," she said flatly. "They make up all kinds of nonsense."

Lucian didn’t notice the subtle shift in tone. "Of course, President. I wouldn’t believe gossip. But... President Crowne favored the Blackwoods quite a lot. After her injury, he visited her often. Every visit was magnified by the media. Especially during her mental breakdown—he was at her side through most of it. They say he cherishes her deeply."

A chilling silence fell across the room. Lucian paused mid-sentence. Though Jazmine’s face remained calm, there was an eerie stillness in the air around her.

"P-President...?" Lucian asked, his voice small.

"Continue," she said. But her voice was ghostly—quiet, yet deadly.

"T-There’s not much more. That’s all I’ve got about her relationship with Sebastian Crowne," Lucian stammered.

"What is her name?" Jazmine’s eyes gleamed like a predator’s—sharp, locked onto her prey.

Lucian swallowed hard. "Cough... Sarah. The eldest daughter of the Blackwood family. Sarah."

Sarah...

The name echoed like a thunderclap inside Jazmine’s skull.

"Sarah..." she repeated softly.

And then, the flood came.

Her lips curled into a cold, bitter smile. And suddenly, she laughed.

"P-President?" Lucian’s voice trembled. She looked murderous. What had he said?

"Do you remember something?" he asked hesitantly.

"It wouldn’t be right to say I remembered something," Jazmine replied, her eyes sharp and wild. "Because I remembered everything."

Lucian’s eyes widened.

"President, you..."

"Thank you, Lucian. You’ve worked hard." Jazmine stood, her composure returning in an eerie wave. "I’ll make sure you’re compensated for the overtime."

"There’s no need, President... But are you okay?" Lucian asked cautiously. "I mean, recovering that many memories—it could take a toll..."

His voice trailed off, but Jazmine caught his concern. She smiled—genuinely this time.

When did this kid start caring for her?

In her past life, she had shared a bond with Lucian. He had looked up to her like an older sister. But she had abandoned him and his mother to keep them safe from David Anderson’s wrath. She had thought she would have to work hard to regain his trust in this life—especially considering his hatred of rich aristocrats after being abandoned.

"It’s alright," she said softly. "Don’t worry about me."

She moved toward the door. Just before stepping out, she turned back.

"If your uncle ever causes you trouble, call me. I owe you. I won’t hesitate to help deal with anyone who dares to hurt you."

And with that, she strode out.

Lucian stayed frozen in his seat. To receive something like that... from her? From someone as cold and untouchable as Jazmine Harrison?

Unexpected.

Jazmine shook her head as she walked to the car. "That foolish boy," she muttered. "Why wouldn’t he just ask for my help? Did he think I’d say no? Or is he just too damn shy?"

She remembered the timeline from her past life. Around this time, Lucian’s uncle—Victor Smith—had started making trouble. That must’ve been what brought Lucian to Hong Kong in the first place. His mother’s family lived here. He was likely hoping they’d help.

Just as she reached her car, she noticed something odd—Rolf wasn’t there.

"Where has he gone off to?" she murmured, frowning as she turned.

Then, she felt it.

A cold metallic press behind her ear.

"Don’t move."

Her vision darkened instantly.

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