who are you?

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As Jasmine was about to reach her car after dinner, Damon grabbed the back of her hand, startling her. She turned around, eyes wide with surprise.

"Where did you give birth?" Damon asked, his tone sharp and demanding. A strong surge of panic rose within Jasmine, a creeping sensation crawling up her chest.

Stumbling a little, she replied, "I was in the USA when I got pregnant and gave birth to my daughter. What's going on in your mind?" Though trepidation filled her heart, she maintained a casual expression.

Damon's eyes bore into hers as he spoke coldly, "Nothing. Just go back to your house and reconsider the agreement. Because tomorrow morning, you might see the cops dragging your friend to prison. And stop taking gifts from anyone. If you like flowers, I'll send them to your house."

"You are crazy! It’s not about what I like. It's about a person lovingly sending me a present," Jasmine retorted, her voice trembling with restrained anger. "But your head is clouded with ego and mo