Fated love: the unwanted bride

Stumbling and staggering, he was dragged away by Charles.

“Brother… can we just talk? We can discuss this, even… ah…”

Before he could finish, Charles dragged him out of the office.

Sylvan Cheney immediately called to Singapore, arranging to continue the search.

Sylvan’s temples were pulsating incessantly, feeling as if things were getting out of control.

His brows creased, his eyes darkening considerably.

His face, was extremely ghastly.

The gloomy sky outside, the harsh winter winds, caused the window panes to rattle slightly.

A cigarette was burning between Sylvan’s fingers, until it was almost completely burnt out, the heat searing his fingers before he woke up from his thoughts.

Extinguishing the cigarette, he rubbed his temple.

“Master.” Charles knocked on the office door.

Sylvan looked up, his voice hoarse: “Come in.”

Charles spread a piece of paper on the table.

“Master, Miss Yale has been placed in this apartment by CEO Heath.” “Haven’t we already searched this place?” Sylvan frowned.

“Yes, that’s exactly the problem.” Charles’ tone became serious, “And CEO

Heath just called Singapore, saying Miss Yale is unwell and has gone on leave.” As Charles spoke, Joe walked in as well.

Joe’s face darkened noticeably, something was clearly off.

Having been tormented by Charles, he seemed downcast and pale.

“Joe Heath, do you have any fucking clue what you’ve done?!”

Sylvan was furious, lashing out a punch!

Joe couldn’t evade in time and covered his face.

Blood gushed from his nose, unstoppable!

Joe was genuinely disoriented.

“Brother, Jasmine may be hiding from you, you’d better stop looking for her!” Sylvan couldn’t hold back, another punch hit its mark, each one stronger than the last!

Joe was beaten senseless, seeing stars in his vision.

He stumbled and managed to grab the edge of the table, barely avoiding a brutal fall.

Sylvan threw another punch, but Charles blocked it.

“Master, let’s go looking for her.” Charles proposed in a low voice.

“You go find her, now!” Sylvan commanded.

Joe still wore a baffled expression, unsure what had happened, had he done something wrong?

“Yes.” Upon receiving the order, Charles promptly left.

Sylvan grabbed the ashtray from the table and fiercely threw it towards Joe! His face turned hideous!

Joe quickly tilted his head, his face paling at the close call.

With a “clang”, the ashtray hit the floor and shattered!

This time, Joe could even smell the bloody scent of anger in the air, every molecule permeated with it.

He was slightly taken aback.

He had never seen Sylvan so angry before.

This man was very good at repressing his emotions, rarely exposing his feelings.

But this time, he saw a losing control Sylvan.

He didn’t understand what he had done wrong? Had he done wrong by taking Jasmine Yale abroad?

“Joe Heath, get out!” Sylvan’s enraged eyes glared at him, “From now on, don’t call me brother!”

“No… brother, you have to tell me, what have I done wrong?” Joe argued.

The blood continued to flow from his nose, and he hastily tried to stop it.

He noticed Sylvan, his hands tightly clenched into fists, veins bulging!

This man was emanating anger, the fury burned like a fiery inferno, blazing fiercely.

“If you don’t get out now, I’ll make sure you’re carried out!”