Fated love: the unwanted bride

Jasmine Yale was released, taking in a breath of fresh air, and coughing non-stop.

“Is the young lady’s birthday banquet a place for you to make trouble?” The man glared coldly at Nancy Emmett sprawled on the ground, his eyes slightly chilling.

Only then, leaning against the wall to steady herself, did Jasmine Yale look at the man.

He was tall and slender, with delicate and handsome features. His face was cold and projected an aura of aloofness.

His eyes, in particular, were clear yet filled with a potent killing intent, like frost-covered ice.

His black suit was understated and elegant, highlighting his unfeeling coldness.

“I was wrong, I was wrong… I was just… I was just fooling around with this lady…” Nancy Emmett, lying on the ground, begged pitifully.

Blood flowed unstoppable from her nose, the air reeked of blood.

Jasmine Yale smirked, “Who said I was playing with you? You wanted to kill me, right?”

Nancy Emmett pleaded pathetically, “Miss, I don’t even know you, I don’t even know your name, how could I want to kill you?”

“Sir, you saw everything just now. Please make a decision.” Jasmine Yale looked at the man.

She had to admit, standing by her side, he was rather intimidating.

Unlike Sylvan Cheney’s intimidating presence, this man was colder and more somber.

The man stepped forward and kicked her.

“I do not take lives at a birthday banquet, but that does not mean I will spare you.” He said solemnly.

Jasmine Yale squatted down, in front of Nancy Emmett, with a small hand around her neck.

“Do not worry, I will not spare you either.”

Jasmine Yale didn’t dare to kill, but she still allowed Nancy Emmett to experience the taste of being choked.

Immediately, Nancy Emmett’s eyes widened, struggling to breathe, her face turned white!

“Let… let me go…” She cried out desperately.

“Your daughter did not even come to save you.” Jasmine Yale released her grip, wiping her hands, “Scum like you will receive divine punishment.”

If not for this man’s timely arrival, she might have died today.

She was still so young; she did not want to die yet.

“Berkson.”

A sweet, pleasant voice sounded.

Jasmine Yale and the man both turned their heads, it was Susan Rangoon, the star of today’s birthday banquet.

Susan had changed into an embroidered beige dress of casual style, her black hair flowing, her smile reserved, looking quite well-behaved.

She had two dimples when she smiled, especially sweet.

“Miss Rangoon.” The man slightly nodded, lowering his head.

“What happened?” Susan Rangoon frowned.

“Merely a dispute, nothing major.” The man’s voice had softened considerably, in stark contrast to earlier.

Jasmine Yale immediately understood; this young man was Susan Rangoon’s bodyguard, not a guest.

His name was… Berkson?

“Is it resolved? Who was right and who was wrong?” Susan asked softly, her eyes delicate and exquisite.

Berkson nodded, “Miss, do not worry, I will handle it.”

“I trust you.” Susan giggled, her voice clear, “And this lady is…?”

Jasmine Yale smiled gently, “My name is Jasmine Yale. I’m a reporter from Respected Majesty.”

“I’m sorry that you were frightened,” Susan Rangoon apologized politely, bending her waist slightly.

She was elegant and gentle.

“It’s alright. Miss Rangoon, you don’t have to apologize. It’s a personal issue between her and me,” Jasmine Yale quickly responded.

“Come rest in my room for a bit.” Susan Rangoon took Jasmine’s hand, “I’m really sorry. As the host, I shouldn’t have let such a thing happen.”

Jasmine felt somewhat embarrassed.

But Miss Rangoon was very polite, and she couldn’t afford to be impolite..