Fated love: the unwanted bride

Jasmine Yale idly twirled a lock of hair, saying nothing.

It seemed that her desire to lead a peaceful life and yearning for a baby were about to be shattered.

Why were they so cruel to her? It just wasn’t fair.

Jasmine Yale chuckled.

Why did she have to bear everything? Sylvan Cheney was so wicked, heaven should have made him share some of her burdens.

The female doctor looked at Jasmine Yale, puzzled.

Most girls would be stunned by the news. How could this girl still smile?

“The medical profession has advanced. You can consider in-vitro fertilization.”

While comforting her, the doctor packed her stuff, “Don’t be upset.”

Jasmine Yale sat on the edge of the bed, shaking her legs back and forth.

She squinted her eyes slightly and smiled.

“I’m not upset. It’s nothing,” she said.

The more the female doctor observed her, the more puzzled she became. “I have to go now. You take care. I’ll report to Elder Childe.”

“I’ll escort you!” Jasmine sprang off the bed.

Just as the female doctor was opening the door, Jasmine raced her to the entrance!

However, she was immediately stopped by a bodyguard!

Jasmine Yale stood helplessly at the door. It seemed… escaping was not going to be easy.

They were on the third floor. To jump down, she would need a window.

Once the female doctor left, Jasmine was forced to return to her room.

The room was completely sealed, invulnerable to any escape attempts.

Jasmine quietly took out the hidden medicine—

She had figured it all out. The female doctor had come to check her body to determine whether she was fit for the surgery.

But as long as Yolanda Fern hadn’t arrived, she had a chance to escape!

Jasmine felt that the people from Cheney Family and The Fern Family were all complex.

The conspiracy was complex, and she was merely a bird that accidentally flew into its web.

This one flight was a one-way ticket to a dead-end.

The people of the Cheney Family and Fern Family were perfectly suited for each other, both cunning and deep.

In Landon, Sylvan Cheney had stationed people at every exit.

“Mr. Cheney, Miss Yale’s phone is unreachable,” Charles Mcintosh reported.

“Did you track the location?”

“The tracking shows she’s in Singapore.”

“Charles Mcintosh, Singapore is vast, and Jasmine Yale has been missing for four days. Is this the best answer you have?”

“I asked CEO Heath, but he wouldn’t say anything.”

“Bring him to me!” Sylvan Cheney’s face darkened.

His face was shrouded in growing gloom, akin to the sky before a storm, oppressive and solemn.

His eyes had acquired a dark shade, etched with depthless anger.

Sylvan Cheney sat by the window in his office, lighting a cigarette impatiently.

The smoke masked half his face.

He sat with his back straight, an air of cold resolution coloring the firm lines of his face.

Soon, Joe Heath arrived at Cheney Group headquarters.

“Brother, I thought you were planning to lock me up for life,” Joe touched his chin, the smile on his face was cryptic.

Over the past few days, he had thought about it. Even if Kaisan Heath was really angry, he would not confine him at home.

It was clear that someone was displeased.

It seemed he had underestimated Jasmine Yale’s importance to Sylvan Cheney.

So, what were Sylvan Cheney’s feelings for Jasmine Yale? Or, was she of some use to him?

And he wouldn’t let anyone else have her?

“Jo Heath, tell me, where is Jasmine Yale?” Sylvan Cheney glared at him.

In the heat of his glaring eyes, his anger was burning, becoming more and more intense, almost enough to set Joe Heath alight!