Fated love: the unwanted bride

His little hand clung tightly to Jasmine Yale’s clothes, refusing to let go.

Tears hung on his cheeks, “plop” “plop” falling down.

“Chaley, don’t cry, Jasy is here, don’t cry.” Jasmine Yale held him sympathetically.

At this moment, her heart was also full of fear and panic, but she didn’t forget she had to protect Chaley.

She had promised to protect him and not let him get hurt even a little.

Upon hearing Jasmine Yale’s words, Chale Cheney sniffled and stopped crying.

He was a boy, he should not cry.

“Stop making noise!” Several men were getting impatient.

They hustled Jasmine Yale and Chale Cheney into a gloomy corner and closed the door.

Hans Colin took a puff of his cigarette, standing still.

Jasmine Yale glared at him hatefully, biting her lip, wishing she could eat him alive.

What she hated was not the kidnapping, but the betrayal and abandonment.

“Jasmine, don’t blame me, I lost money gambling recently, if I don’t pay it back within a week, they’ll take my arm.”

Hans bent down, lifted his hand, and mimicked a cut.

Jasmine Yale’s heart jumped in shock!

Gambling!

“Senior, you weren’t like this before!”

“Yes, I wasn’t like this before, but once some paths are taken, there’s no turning back.”

“Let me and Chaley go, and I’ll help you find Mr. Cheney.”

Hans Colin snorted, “I’m not a child, if I let you go, would I still be alive? I know exactly what happens to anyone who offends Mr. Cheney in Landon.”

“Then you dare to kidnap us?”

“Once I get the money, I’ll pay off my debt and leave this country, and never return,” Hans Colin smiled, “As long as I don’t come back, Sylvan Cheney can’t do anything.”

That smile was sinister and cunning, filled with coldness.

Chills ran down Jasmine Yale’s spine, causing her to tremble.

The only thing she could do was hold Chaley tighter, not letting them hurt him.

Chale Cheney obediently hid in Jasmine Yale’s arms, staying quiet, not causing trouble.

“But you caught the wrong person. I’m not Mr. Cheney’s woman, and Chaley isn’t Mr. Cheney’s son. Sylvan Cheney is not a fool, why would he give you money? “Jasmine Yale yelled out.

In Sylvan Cheney’s eyes, she was just a pet, and Chaley was just his friend’s son.

He’s not that stupid.

The kidnappers were demanding at least fifty million, there’s no way Sylvan Cheney would use his money for such a purpose.

“Chaley isn’t Mr. Cheney’s son?” Hans Colin let out a sarcastic laugh, his mocking gaze fell on Jasmine Yale’s face, then shifted to the little by in her arms.

Jasmine Yale held Chaley even tighter, her eyes filled with wariness.

“Come on.” Hans Colin took a step forward, squat down, “Little guy, tell your

Jasy, are you Sylvan’s son or not?”

Jasmine Yale’s eyes widened, fixed on Hans Colin.

Has he gone mad?

Chale Cheney remained quiet, pressing his lips together.

“Ha ha!” Hans Colin laughed heartily, “Jasmine Yale, you are really naive. This little guy lives at the Cheney Residence, constantly at Sylvan Cheney’s side, are you trying to tell me he’s not Sylvan Cheney’s son?”

As he said this, Hans Colin touched Chale Cheney’s face.

Jasmine Yale quickly shielded the little guy.

“Don’t touch him!”

Hans Colin gave a cold smile, “You’re very protective. How can you care so much about a child that Sylvan Cheney had with another woman?”

“Hans Colin, I never thought you’d be such a person, I must have been blind.” Jasmine Yale spat.

But now, whatever said is too late.

Chale Cheney was hiding fearfully in Jasmine Yale’s arms, his large eyes blinking.

“Little Chaley, good boy, don’t be scared.” Jasmine Yale patted the back of his hand..