Joe Heath fell silent, his gaze on Jasmine Yale filled with so heartache.
That Jasmine Yale truly tugged at his heartstrings.
He reached out to touch her cheek, brows slightly furrowed, "Jasmine, I don’t wish for anything else, just for you to be happy. I know you won’t find happiness with , and similarly... you won’t find it with Mr. Carbon either."
"You don’t know that well," Jasmine Yale replied indifferently. "I wouldn’t be happy with Sylvan Cheney either..."
"His temper will change, give him a chance," Joe Heath smiled. "I sound like a matchmaker when really I should be taking you away from my big brother. This is the perfect opportunity."
To take advantage of soone’s vulnerability, to loot a burning house.
He could entirely use this mont to snatch Jasmine Yale for himself, and as for Yukon Carbon, he was never a match for Joe.
Yet, paradoxically, he didn’t want to anymore.
So people, seeing her happy, mattered more to him than having her for himself.
Just then, Joe Heath’s cell phone rang.
He looked down to see it was his assistant.
"They’re urging to head to the airport again," Joe Heath hung up. "Alright, Jasmine, I have to go now, nothing will be missing for you and my little nephew."
"When will you co back..." Jasmine Yale looked at him.
"I’ll be back after I finish my work, don’t miss , and call if you need anything."
Jasmine Yale nodded.
Joe Heath didn’t know Jasmine Yale had already reached Landon; if he had known, he would have cancelled his trip.
His visit was rushed, but thankfully, there were so things he could tell Jasmine Yale in person.
Joe Heath left the hotel, bidding Jasmine Yale a reluctant farewell.
Jasmine Yale also smiled, waving him goodbye.
Once Joe Heath was gone, the hotel plunged into silence, not a sound to be heard.
Jasmine Yale walked into the restroom, standing in front of the mirror looking at herself.
She had indeed cried quite terribly, her eyes were bloodshot and all swollen, like two peaches, and her makeup also smudged.
She lowered her head, washed her face with warm water, and looked calmly into the mirror.
The words of Joe Heath kept replaying in her mind like a movie, she rembered every word and phrase.
Her body shuddered, and suddenly she rembered how Sylvan Cheney had held her that morning.
Also in the restroom, he had wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, unwilling to let go.
Jasmine Yale placed her hands on the basin’s edge, her mind suddenly blank.
So many fragnts, trying to rember each one, was enough to make her head explode.
And then in Cakago, when he had watched fireworks with her, watched movies, cooked for her, and refused to leave her ho...
Later, on his birthday, she had made him a birthday cake by hand, but he hadn’t co...
These mories were stored completely in her mind.
Recalling them again, her heartbeat still accelerated.
She gently closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.
Her head throbbed with pain, and Jasmine Yale rubbed her temples, leaning weakly against the sink.
She did not know how much truth was in Joe Heath’s words; all she had seen with her own eyes was that the servants at the Cheney Residence had all been dismissed and the Cheney Family’s stock was falling...
The third trial was two months away, did that an when Yacob Harry presented the evidence to the court, Sylvan Cheney would be convicted?
Once Sylvan Cheney was convicted, the Cheney Family would be finished.
His years of hard work would be washed away.
Years of hard work.
The year his mother took her own life was the year she t him when he would often stand by the window, as if lost in thought.
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