Fated love: the unwanted bride

Kamila Zahir and Nancy Emmett walked out with distaste and headed to the deck for some fresh air.

“What a lunatic.” Nancy Emmett sneered, “I can’t believe there are lunatics on such a high-class cruise ship. The organizers are really not particular, letting in all sorts of people.”

Her face reeked of disgust, disdain and contempt.

The mention of “mistress” brought back unpleasant memories for her!

“Mom, don’t mind the lunatic. Look at her, not even fit to be a mistress!”

“Yeah, let’s forget about it, so upsetting. Kamila, let’s see who might be able to help us.” Nancy Emmett suggested.

There were numerous people on the deck, some chatting, some drinking, and even some playing dice.

As the evening breeze swept over them, there was a sweet, lingering fragrance in the air.

“Mom, look at that man’s suit. I heard it’s customized, costing a lot of money.” Kamila Zahir said mysteriously.

“No, he’s too old, not reliable. Kamila, we have to find someone influential.”

“You’re right, with some powerful backing, along with my talent and effort, we can establish ourselves in Landon. I’ll become famous real soon!”

“Precisely, I have faith in you.”

Kamila Zahir covered her mouth in a playful laugh, standing side by side with Nancy Emmett on the deck.

They were alone, so they chatted without any worries.

While they were conversing, suddenly—

Kamila Zahir’s eyes widened, sparkling with endless shine, as though she had seen daylight!

“Mom, look, look at that man!”

Kamila Zahir was so thrilled that she could barely speak. She pointed at a young man not far away, who was wearing a suit and heading towards the VIP elevator.

The man was cool and aloof, wearing sunglasses, followed by several bodyguards also dressed in black suits.

His steady stride hinted at quiet confidence.

He emanated an understated yet regal aura.

“Kamila, who’s that?” Nancy Emmett didn’t recognize him.

Kamila Zahir kept her voice down: “Mr. Cheney.”

Nancy Emmett covered her mouth: “Kamila, I always said, Mr. Cheney is the man you are destined to be with. You even bumped into him here.”

“Mom… Be quiet, don’t let others hear.”

Kamila Zahir’s face blushed like a peach flower as she gave a shy smile.

“Kamila, seize the opportunity.” Nancy Emmett said, “Remember what I told you.”

“Mom, if I really win Mr. Cheney, not to mention being the leading lady, I’ll have the entire Landon at my feet.”

“There are many women with eyes set on power here. I guess quite a few of them will try to get close to Mr. Cheney, Kamila, you need to seize the opportunity.”

“No problem, I’ll go and suss out Mr. Cheney’s whereabouts now, mom wait for my news.”

“Okay, be careful.”

Kamila Zahir whispered a few more words to Nancy Emmett before leaving.

In the banquet hall, Jasmine Yale finished all the interviews and reports.

She packed up her things, ready to go home and sort out her materials.

Encountering her stepmother and her daughter tonight was an unexpected surprise.

And from the looks of it, they were planning on a long-term stay in Landon.

What, their faithless father stopped supporting them?

Ha ha….

“What a coincidence to see you again.”

A shadowy, magnetic male voice echoed.

On lifting her head, Jasmine saw the man that she’d met earlier at the party.

She gave a faint smile.

“You don’t seem too happy. Did someone bully you?” Joe Heath said, sitting next to her.

“Do I look like the kind of person who would get bullied, sir?”

“Indeed.” Joe Heath smirked, “someone stepped on your skirt and you would have fallen if it hadn’t been for me, isn’t that right?”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Still not willing to tell me your name?” Joe Heath raised his eyebrows..