Married to a Billionaire CEO Right After Getting Out of Jail

In the early morning, the earth was hazy, and a fish-belly white glow appeared on the eastern horizon. At this moment, in front of the prison gate, all the prison guards stood neatly in two rows, with respectful expressions.

With a creak, the rusty iron gate slowly opened. A slender girl walked out, wearing a worn-out T-shirt and jeans. Despite her small face, it was remarkably beautiful and fair.

She raised her eyes to the azure sky, filled with emotion. Five years had passed, and she was finally free!

Jasmine Troy patted the shoulder of the prison warden and said, "I'm leaving. Take care, everyone!"

Without looking back, she walked away. Everyone watched her departure with eager expressions, offering her a grand military salute.

As soon as Jasmine stepped out, she saw a black BMW parked not far away. Glancing over, she saw the butler, Lindsay, sitting impatiently in the car. Upon seeing her, Lindsay reluctantly got out of the car.

"Miss, can you walk faster? I've been waiting for you for almost half an hour!" Lindsay's attitude was as poor as ever.

Jasmine chuckled but didn't respond, opening the car door and taking the passenger seat. The car quickly started, and Jasmine gazed at the slowly retreating prison gate with icy eyes.

On her eighteenth birthday, someone told her that her biological parents had found her. She was joyfully taken back to the "family," only to find her parents busy caring for Joanna, who was wearing a princess dress.

They looked down on her, considering her embarrassing as a country girl raised in the estate. To gain their approval, she had been working hard continuously.

However, no matter how outstanding she became, her parents' eyes were always on Joanna!

Later, she was framed by Joanna Troy and Hussain Gordon, used as a scapegoat to cover for Hussain's crimes, and the Troys despised her even more as a country bumpkin!

Jasmine tightened her grip, suppressing the intense hatred within her.

After getting into the car, Lindsay sat beside Jasmine, she couldn’t help but glanced at her for several times. Thinking about Jasmine's scowl earlier, Lindsay sneered, "In the end, you're just a wild girl raised in the estate, lacking manners."

Jasmine knew Lindsay had been in Troy Mansion for a long time, and with the same arrogance as her parents, she looked down on her.

She stared at Lin, her eyes cold. "Is this how you talk to the master? Even if I've been in prison, at worst, I'm still Miss Troy! As a servant of the Troy family, you dare to criticize and be rude to your own young miss. If this gets out, do you know what will happen to you?"

"What do you mean?" Lindsay's face instantly changed.

The obedient Jasmine from before, when did she become so provocative and good with words?

Jasmine withdrew her gaze indifferently. "What, Lindsay, do you want to discipline me?"

"You!" Lindsay was furious, ready to retort. However, a cold glance from Jasmine shocked her into silence.

She bit her lip, swallowing the anger that was about to burst out. She thought that after going back, she must let the master and madam discipline this ungrateful wild girl.

Just then, from a nearby cave, an extended Lincoln rushed out. The driver was taken aback, slammed the brakes, and hit his head directly on the steering wheel.

Lindsay, who was not seated properly, nearly fell off her seat. Enraged, she scolded, "What are you doing? Can you drive or not?"

Seeing the driver lying on the steering wheel, Jasmine sensed something was wrong. "Shut up!"

She quickly opened the car door and checked the driver's condition in the front passenger seat. The driver had red eyes and was breathing rapidly with his mouth wide open. Jasmine hastily took out an emergency pill and stuffed it into the driver's mouth, saying, "Swallow the pill. Move to the front passenger seat; I'll drive."

In the back seat, Lindsay couldn't control her mouth and questioned Jasmine, "You? A wild girl like you can drive?"

Jasmine turned around, giving Lindsay a warning look, "It seems you don't want your mouth anymore. Do you need me to help you cut it off?"

With these words, Lindsay seemed intimidated and obediently closed her mouth.

After switching seats with the driver, Jasmine started the car and steered through the mountain road. Just as the car reached a rugged section, two cars rushed out of a cave, directly approaching Jasmine's vehicle.

Jasmine's eyes widened; it seemed the cars were about to collide with them. She skillfully turned the steering wheel, and the car swiftly swerved, narrowly avoiding the two chasing cars and almost falling off the cliff.

The wheels were precariously perched on the edge of the mountain road. Jasmine stepped on the gas, narrowly escaping the brink of disaster.

She took a deep breath, thankful that it ended without any harm.

Lindsay was quite frightened, her face turning green. She clutched her chest, couldn't help blaming, "Is this how you drive?"

The shrill voice irritated Jasmine, and she frowned. She looked back, and with a mocking smile, said, "If it weren't for me, do you think you'd still be alive, Lindsay?"

Meanwhile, in the extended Lincoln that passed by earlier.

In the back seat, a man with dark, gloomy eyes exuded a pervasive gloominess. His nose was sharp, and his thin lips were devoid of color.

His handsome face carried an air of arrogance, deep and cold melancholy. His black suit was soaked in blood, and his slender fingers were tainted with dried red. A faint scent of blood permeated the car.

Seeing only the scenery behind the car in the rearview mirror, Barron Ford's tense nerves eased a bit.

It seemed those people lost track of them due to the sudden appearance of the car.

A trace of fierceness flashed in Barron's eyes, and he lightly said, "After going back, find out who was chasing us."

"Alright, Mr. Ford," his assistant nodded.

As if remembering something, Barron added, "Also, investigate the car that appeared suddenly."

"Yes!"

Barron's dark eyes flickered. The appearance of that car just now was beyond his expectations.

Jasmine, who was sitting in the driver's seat, had a cautious expression. Her eyes were focused, and her hands skillfully rotated the steering wheel to dodge the oncoming cars swiftly.

Her driving skills were quite impressive.

The assistant glanced at the rearview mirror and saw his boss, Barron Ford, who had a rare smile on his lips. He couldn't help but be stunned.

What's going on?!

Did he see it wrong?

Barron Ford, the President of the Ford Corporation, who dominated the business world, the cold and ruthless iceberg, was actually smiling?

"Mr. Ford, are you smiling?" Unable to resist his curiosity, the assistant asked.

At his words, the curve at the corner of Barron's mouth disappeared, and his gaze became cold. His eyes shot toward the assistant like knives.

The assistant's entire body shivered, obediently closing his mouth and continuing to drive.

...

The luxury car slowly stopped at the entrance of the Troy Mansion. Just as Jasmine reached the villa's gate, she heard laughter and cheers coming from inside the living room.

"Joanna, if you suffer any grievances after marrying into the Gordon family, give mom a call. I'll make sure justice is served for you!"

On the sofa, a mid-aged woman was gently stroking Joanna's hand as she wore a white maiden dress. Joanna shyly lowered her head, "Hussain will not let me suffer."

"You child, haven't even married into the Gordon family, yet you're already thinking of leaving." Watching the intimate mother and daughter, Patrick Troy, on the side, leisurely smoked a cigar and exhaled smoke, saying, "Today is Jasmine's release day."

Hearing this name, Gemma Troy and Joanna Troy's expressions changed abruptly.