Fated love: the unwanted bride

“Hans Colin, don’t push your luck! If this gets found out, you won’t escape either!”

“Give me the money, and I’ll leave Landon right now!”

“How much do you want?”

“At least eight million.” Hans raised his fingers.

“Are you out of your mind?”

“Don’t talk like that in front of me. You dare to blackmail Sylvan Cheney, when you get your hands on it, I fear it will be way more than fifty million.”

“Eight million is doable, but you must stay here with us. If we don’t get the money, you can’t leave!”

Hans squinted his eyes.

After pondering for a moment, he took a puff of his cigarette: “Deal.”

“Are you sure that Sylvan Cheney’s son is in the car?”

“I’ve been following him for a long time.”

“Why is there an extra woman?”

“That’s Sylvan Cheney’s woman. Bringing her along can fetch us a good price!” Hans replied, “So, eight million is actually not too much.”

The men seemed satisfied and stroked their chins.

Jasmine Yale desperately banged on the car window, her face was filled with fear.

Hans Colin!

Did he betray her?!

No, he is her senior in college — he took such good care of her there!

How could he betray her?! How could he?!

Did he sell her out for money?

No way, no way, she has to ask him herself.

“Hans Colin! Hans Colin!” Jasmine Yale pounded on the window and shouted.

Hans Colin heard the voice and signaled to the gang of men.

Chale Cheney woke up in Jasmine Yale’s arms, clutching her in fear: “Jasy, what’s wrong…”

“Nothing, keep sleeping, good boy.” Jasmine Yale hugged him tightly.

A group of men rushed over and opened the car door.

All of them were wearing black hoods, leaving only a pair of fierce eyes exposed.

“She is Sylvan Cheney’s woman.” Hans leaned against the car door, his expression indifferent.

“Hans Colin, what do you mean?” Jasmine Yale said coldly, “Did you betray me?”

“Sorry, Jasmine, I need the money.” Hans took a puff of his cigarette and replied lightly.

“Senior, I trusted you so much, you betrayed me?” Jasmine Yale said in disbelief.

Really, she didn’t believe it.

She didn’t dare to believe it at all.

“You trust people too easily, no, you’re just too desperate for love.”

Hans had long figured out Jasmine Yale’s weakness. Although she appeared fearless, deep down, she was very insecure.

Anyone who treated her a bit nicely, she’d return the kindness wholeheartedly.

“What benefits do you get from abducting me? I’m not Sylvan Cheney’s woman, you caught the wrong person.” Jasmine Yale said.

“You were acknowledged by Sylvan Cheney himself, how could it be wrong? And the kid beside you, you’re still unaware, aren’t you? He is Sylvan Cheney’s son.” Hans scoffed.

“Don’t talk nonsense, he isn’t Sylvan Cheney’s son! You caught the wrong people, Sylvan Cheney’s son is in the US!”

Chale Cheney hid in Jasmine Yale’s arms, terrified.

“Jasy, Jasy…”

“Little Chale, darling, don’t worry, go back to sleep.” Jasmine Yale shielded him.

“What’s all this nonsense? Regardless of whether they are or not, just make a call to Sylvan Cheney and that’s it!” a tall man shouted.

“Right.” Hans agreed.

The next second, Jasmine Yale’s arm was grabbed, and she was dragged off the car.

“Don’t grab Little Chale, let him go, and I’ll go with you.” Jasmine Yale screamed.

No one listened to her.

Only then did Jasmine Yale understand that Hans had been getting close to her for today!

Does that mean that him helping her fend off the robbers yesterday might have been a trap too?!

Soon, they took Jasmine Yale into a deserted yard.

The yard was filled with weeds and wood, a pervasive smell of mold was in the air, it was pungent and unpleasant.

“Jasy, Jasy…” Chale Cheney cried..