Fated love: the unwanted bride

After he returned from Lonton, he was able to take control of all the family corporations at the fastest speed, relying on Sylvan Cheney’s status and power. Otherwise, Kaisan Heath would never have let go of his grip.

“Brother, you… do you like Jasmine?” Joe Heath asked tentatively.

Sylvan Cheney didn’t immediately respond, there was inscrutability in his eyes.

“Joe Heath, she is the woman I’ve raised for twelve years.”

“Brother….”

“Tell me, where is she?” Sylvan Cheney’s eyes swept over him like a frosty sword.

An instinct told him that Jasmine Yale had been hidden away by Joe Heath. “Brother, I truly don’t know this, right now aren’t I preparing to return home?” “Truly don’t know?”

In Sylvan Cheney’s eyes was a dangerous message, in his tone was a murderous intent to slaughter, it was very strong.

“I truly don’t know.” Joe Heath’s gaze was firm.

“Very good.”

Ganging up and plotting against him?

When did the relationship between Jasmine Yale and Joe Heath escalate to this point?

Or was it that it happened even quicker than he imagined?

Between them, what else are they hiding from him?

Joe Heath was still smiling, revealing two rows of white teeth.

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Sylvan Cheney gave him a sidelong glance and suddenly closed the window! “Darn!” Joe Heath quickly withdrew his head.

The Rolls-Royce soared like a swallow and quickly disappeared on the street.

Joe Heath was covered in dust, he took a puff of his cigarette, his smile was harmless to man and beast.

In the car, Sylvan Cheney called Charles Mcintosh.

“Mr. Cheney.”

“Help me find Jasmine Yale.”

“Mr. Cheney, isn’t Miss Yale here?”

“She quit.”

“Quit?” Charles Mcintosh paused for a moment, “Okay, I will find her now.”

Sylvan Cheney’s heart was thumping.

How long have she and Joe Heath known each other, that they are already wildly in love? Already discussing engagement?

What kind of magic potion did Joe Heath give her that made her so dead set?

Sylvan Cheney’s heart was like being gripped by a hand, as if just a bit tighter, and it would be enough to suffocate him.

He irritably rolled down the car window.

The cold winter wind blew in, slicing his face like a knife.

Time, minute after minute passed.

Not long after, Charles Mcintosh called.

“Speak.”

“Mr. Cheney, Miss Yale may not be in Landon.”

“Where did she go?”

“The monitor has been deliberately damaged, it’s impossible to trace Miss

Yale’s whereabouts.”

Deliberately damaged…

Sylvan Cheney’s fists clenched tightly.

Joe Heath, good job.

“Search every lead.”

“Yes, Mr. Cheney.”

After receiving the order, Charles McIntosh began calling his subordinates one by one.

The north wind howled, rustling the treetops, the branches and leaves rubbing together, making a violent sound.

Sinkapore, airport.

When Jasmine Yale arrived, it was exactly four in the afternoon.

True enough, Joe Heath’s personnel had been waiting for her at the airport quite early.

A young female assistant carried her luggage for her and arranged the hotel, she didn’t have to worry about anything.

Upon turning on her mobile phone, Jasmine Yale was startled.

Sylvan Cheney had called her many times!

Jasmine Yale had a headache, why was he calling her?

“Miss Yale, here is the suite prepared for you. If you need anything, feel free to find me, my name is Little Daisy.” The female assistant smiled warmly.

“Okay, thank you.”

“This is the afternoon tea I prepared foryou. I’m not sure if it suits your taste.

And here’s the evening newspaper.”

Jasmine Yale glanced at the table.

Matcha latte, mille-feuille, chocolate mousse, tiramisu, fruit platter…

“Miss Yale, enjoy.” Little Daisy leaves.