Chapter 381: What’s my value of use?
Jasmine Yale was on high alert.
The key slid into the lock with a “clink”, and the door opened.
A wealth of light stread in and the whole room instantly lit up.
Chris Fern flipped the switch on the wall, illuminating the room further before closing the door again.
Jasmine stepped back a few paces, her large eyes wide with caution and extre alertness, akin to a little leopard on edge.
The man before her, she had never seen him before.
Absolutely unrecognizable!
Who could he possibly be?
He was wearing a thin, grey sweater. He was somber, curt, and his eyes held an unfathomable darkness, devoid of any discernible emotion.
With each intimidating step he took forward, Jasmine anxiously retreated a step back.
He was a young man, in his early twenties, it seed.
He looked elegant, yet his gaze was eerie.
Jasmine’s hair fell on her shoulders, her eyes filled with fear and panic.
Backing up, she soon found herself cornered up against the wall.
Jasmine held her hands behind her, her wide eyes focused on him.
“Who are you?”
The corner of Chris Fern’s lips curled slightly, hinting a vague intent behind his good looks as strands of his hair fell over his eyes.
“Have you been awake this whole ti?” he asked, his voice bland.
Jasmine didn’t respond.
“Did you hear everything earlier?” he asked again, “Good, it saves from having to repeat myself.”
“Where is this? Why did you bring here?”
The man leaned in, casting a shadow on Jasmine’s face.
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
“Do you know Yolanda Fern?” Jasmine asked tentatively.
“Hmm, why do you ask?”
“Did she have captured?”
“Stop letting your mind wander. Overthinking won’t do you any good, girl,” he smirked, “It’ll only lead to despair.”
Jasmine was within an arm’s length from him.
Even though she’d heard all their conversation, she couldn’t piece it together.
What she knew for sure, however—
The mont she was in here, she was in the lion’s den. Worse, she might not even make it out alive.
If she hadn’t misheard, his na was Chris Fern.
Chris Fern… Was he also from the Fern Family? How was it that she had never known of his existence?
Having lived at Cheney Residence for twelve years, she truly was an outsider.
She knew nothing.
Besides hearing about Yolanda Fern’s na, she knew nothing of Lana Fern nor Chris Fern.
“I have no quarrel with you. Could you please let go?” Jasmine pleaded, looking up at him.
“No disputes, sure, but you are of use to us.”
Chris Fern bent down slightly, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked at her.
Jasmine felt an intense surge of fear. His smile, it was even more terrifying than his cold gaze!
Sinister.
He wasn’t old, so why was he so scary!
“What value could I possibly have? I have no parents, no family. You can get nothing from ,” Jasmine said calmly.
Inside, she was terrified.
Her heart pounded loudly, as if it would leap out of her throat.
The man’s gaze was relentless, leaving her no escape.
“Who said there’s nothing to gain? You are more valuable than you think,”
Chris Fern continued to smile.
His smile sent a shiver down Jasmine’s spine.
She was engulfed by overwhelming fear!
“What do you want from ? Is there no room for negotiation?” Jasmine managed to guess what was going on, her face turned ghostly pale.
Indeed, having guessed what was coming next, she began to tremble uncontrollably.
No, it can’t be like this…
“In my presence, there’s no room for ‘negotiation’, only compliance,”
Chris Fern’s face fell, assuming a cold, cruel expression imdiately..
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