Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 123: Chapter 123 Can’t You Hear What I’m Saying?

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Charles McIntosh, on the other end of the phone, initially thought Sylvan Cheney was alone, only to hear a woman’s laughter.

He wrapped up the conversation quickly: “Mr. Cheney, I won’t disturb you any longer, that’s about it.”

“Hmm, you can negotiate with their leader first. If they don’t agree, leave it to me.”

“Okay.”

Sylvan Cheney put down his phone, only to see Jasmine Yale chuckling like a fool alone.

The blush on her face hadn’t faded away, making her look like a ripe red cherry.

The corner of Sylvan’s mouth twitched, his temple throbbed. What a silly woman, chuckling like that.

The car turned a corner and soon parked outside the residential complex where Jasmine lived.

“Mr. Cheney, we’re here,” the driver said cautiously.

“Drop her off downstairs.” Sylvan Cheney coldly ordered.

“No need!” Jasmine Yale put away her phone, “I was planning on walking back anyway, take it as exercise.”

The driver was in a dilemma.

“Can’t you hear my orders?!”

“Yes, yes, Mr. Cheney.” The driver stepped on the gas again.

Jasmine Yale sighed, dictatorship.

Luckily, Sylvan Cheney didn’t continue to make things difficult for her, and dropped her off not far from her building.

Jasmine jumped out of the car and quickly ran off.

After running up to the fifth floor in one go, Jasmine took a deep breath.

She couldn’t resist and posted another status on her social circle: “The sky has cleared, and so has my heart.”

Peyenne Jones immediately replied: “Are you crazy? It hasn’t rained in days.”

Jasmine: You don’t understand.

Peyenne: Is there anything I don’t understand?

Jasmine: Then why can’t you and Lincoln Lamar ever get along?

Peyenne:…

The black Rolls-Royce slowly left the residential complex.

Sylvan Cheney rubbed his temple and casually handled some emails on his phone.

After addressing a few, he inexplicably opened WeChat.

He doesn’t usually use this app, but, he remembered, he had added Jasmine Yale in the name of Mr. Yale.

He didn’t feel anything until he saw it. Upon seeing it, he frowned deeply.

What nonsense was Jasmine Yale posting? So superficial!

Looking at the time again, it seems the two statuses she posted today were hinting at something.

Wolf repellent? The sky has cleared?

Was he the wolf? Was he the dark cloud?

His temple throbbed. He couldn’t help but left a comment: Miss Yale, are you in a good mood today?

Jasmine immediately replied: I wasn’t feeling well just now, but I’m better now!

Sylvan: What happened?

Jasmine: Nothing, nothing, just ran into a jerk.

Sylvan, his jaw clenched, laughed coldly and kept typing without showing any emotion: A man?

Jasmine: Yes.

Good, very good.

Sylvan’s face became incredibly stern. Was this her way of repaying him?

Sylvan: Well, Miss Yale, you should be careful.

Seeing Mr. Yale, who had never previously initiated a conversation with her, spoke to her, Jasmine Yale directly messaged him.

“Mr. Yale, Mr. Yale, are you there?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you for your concern, I’m fine.”

“Girls should be careful.”

“Mmm! If I see him again, I’ll punch him.”

Sylvan: “Very good.”

His face turned darker, an ungrateful wretch.

Jasmine: “Mr. Yale, could we discuss something, I miss Little Chale.”

She missed Chale Cheney?

Seeing that the other party hadn’t responded for a while, Jasmine Yale anxiously typed a few more words: “I want to see Little Chale, is that okay?”

“Okay.” Sylvan Cheney tapped out two words.

Jasmine: Thank you, Mr. Yale, your address is…

Sylvan: Next Saturday at nine in the morning, meet at the entrance of the Golden Lion Amusement Park. I’ll have my friend accompany him.

Jasmine: Okay, I’ll be there on time! Mr.. Yale, aren’t you coming?

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