Capítulo 1691: Chapter 1691 A Woman with Her Mouth Sealed
Spencer Childe was very tall, and standing before him, Tor appeared particularly short and sowhat sheepish.
She certainly didn’t dare to offend Spencer Childe, obeying his every word, not daring to utter even a breath.
Spencer Childe didn’t imdiately follow her but instead cast his eyes around the cetery.
The cetery was built lavishly, yet the whole tone was somber and desolate.
Many trees were planted in the garden, tall and lonely in the dark night.
“Master…” Tor hesitated, wondering whether to proceed or not.
Seeing the rows of tombstones in the distance, waves surged in Spencer Childe’s heart, anger and coldness rising like a tide, spreading through his body.
“Thud,” he struck the ground heavily with his cane in anger!
Tor flinched in fright.
The bodyguards, however, remained expressionless, like wooden figures.
“Bring her out,” commanded Spencer Childe.
“Yes, Master.” A bodyguard with an umbrella headed towards the vehicle.
Tor was incredulous. There were other people in the car? Who?
She thought Spencer Childe had rushed back alone from abroad to et the young lady, but unexpectedly…
However, as these thoughts arose, she suddenly widened her eyes, pupils constricting!
Her mouth opened wide enough to fit a date inside!
A woman in a black suit brought down a woman with her mouth sealed shut.
This woman was none other than Jasmine Yale!
Yes, it was Jasmine Yale!
In the darkness, Tor once thought she was seeing things, but she would not mistake Jasmine Yale.
No one shielded Jasmine from the rain; as soon as she got out of the car, she was drenched.
She wore nothing but thin clothes, an off-white sweater, blue jeans, and simple slippers.
At that mont, due to struggling, Jasmine’s hair was ssy, and who knew where her headband had gone, her long hair covering half her face.
Tear marks were on her face, her features weary and lonely, her large eyes filled with despair and helplessness.
Her mouth was sealed with black tape, unable to utter a word, she could only stare at Tor with frightened eyes.
The rain quickly soaked her clothes.
The bodyguards held her down, she could not run, could not escape.
Jasmine Yale recognized Spencer Childe, the old man who had given her nightmarish mories, whom she did not like one bit.
Coming to this place, she suddenly understood Spencer Childe’s intentions.
Rows of tombstones, dark and eerie.
Jasmine Yale fearfully shrank her shoulders.
If not mistaken, this should be the Cheney Family cetery.
Tor swallowed, not daring to utter a word, standing timidly beside Spencer Childe.
As she awaited Spencer Childe to speak, another woman stepped out of the car.
The woman wore a black dress and a white trench coat, with black flat shoes on her feet.
Tor was stunned once more.
This, this wasn’t Lana, was it?
Since Yolanda’s incident, she hadn’t seen Lana Fern again.
Unexpectedly…
Today, the cetery was indeed bustling.
Lana Fern held an umbrella herself, walking to Spencer Childe’s side.
“Grandfather, let’s go see Auntie.” Lana’s voice choked, wiping her tears with her hand, “Qingming Festival has arrived, such a holiday makes one especially lancholic. Sotis, thinking about it, life is truly fragile.”
“Tor, lead the way,” Spencer Childe instructed.
“Yes, yes.” Tor dared not delay, acting as if she hadn’t seen anything.
But no one answered the confusion in her heart, why was Jasmine Yale here with Mr. Childe?
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