Chapter 981: Chapter 981 Jasmine Yale, You Are Capable Chapter 981: Chapter 981 Jasmine Yale, You Are Capable Ultimately, she had nowhere to retreat, her back against the cold wall.
Sylvan Cheney strode over, his leather shoes hitting the ground with a steady sound.
His footsteps halted in front of her.
“You’ve gotten quite capable,” he said, looking at her with deep-set eyes, “what did you promise Cora Jorney?”
Jasmine Yale’s hands were flat against the wall, her gaze darting around, afraid to et his eyes.
It seems, he knew.
“Nothing,” Jasmine Yale denied.
“Nothing? You managed to get the forr Minister Harry, CEO Harry, to find soone for you. You must think you have quite the clout.” Sylvan Cheney couldn’t possibly believe her nonsense.
“If I say it’s nothing, then it’s nothing. I happened to et Professor Jorney during my Jingcheng University interview, and we just hit it off, that’s all.”
“Is this how desperately you want to find your biological father?”
Sylvan Cheney took another step forward, closing the gap between them.
Their eyes t, his filled with a cold indifference that lacked any warmth.
Jasmine Yale could already sense the chill and the oppressive aura emanating from him.
“Yes.”
“I told you, he’s dead.”
“I don’t believe it,” Jasmine Yale looked at him, “if you say he’s dead, then tell , where is his grave? What’s his na? Also, the items you found in Willow Wave City, can you return them to ?”
“Jasmine Yale, do you really want to know? Huh?”
“Yes, you might not understand this feeling. I have no family in this world, and suddenly I have a father. Do you know how much I care?”
“No family, so what am I to you? For the past twelve years, have you ever considered at all?” Sylvan Cheney looked at her coldly.
“You are the master, and I am the servant.” She never dared to consider him as family.
“Jasmine Yale, you’ve got guts; I have no way to control you. Co on, you want to know who your father is, right? I’ll tell you.” Sylvan Cheney’s tone was chilling to the extre.
Jasmine Yale’s heart skipped a beat, seeing the red blood vessels and fury in Sylvan Cheney’s eyes.
Who…who was her father, after all?
Fear and panic surged in her heart, and in that mont, she was in turmoil.
Her palms and back were all sweaty, her blood running in reverse, her breathing rapid.
She didn’t dare to breathe heavily.
Sylvan Cheney’s tall fra lood over her, that familiar scent of Agarwood Fragrance enveloping her nostrils.
Today, he hadn’t worn a tie. The button at the collar of his shirt was undone, revealing a swath of wheat-colored skin.
Jasmine Yale held her breath, not daring to make a sound.
Her watery eyes reflected panic, like a startled deer.
Suddenly, Sylvan Cheney noticed the photo she was holding and snatched her arm.
Jasmine Yale was yanked forcefully, plunging into Sylvan Cheney’s arms!
The next second, the photo she held was taken by Sylvan Cheney.
Seeing the young man in the photo, Sylvan Cheney’s face turned even darker.
“Give back my photo,” Jasmine Yale pleaded.
Without a word, Sylvan Cheney tore the inch-sized, black-and-white photo into pieces.
The pieces fell to the ground like snowflakes.
Jasmine Yale was on the verge of breaking down, pounding his chest with her fists, crying, tears streaming down—
“Why rip up my photo, why, why do you always do this…”
“Didn’t you want to know who your father was? That’s right, the person in this photo, he is your biological father,” Sylvan Cheney said coldly.
Jasmine Yale lifted her reddened eyes: “You know everything?”
“Listen, Jasmine Yale, his na is Hadley Xinez, from Landon. The sole son of Patronus Xinez, the main conspirator of the Landon massacre over twenty years ago—do you understand?” Sylvan Cheney’s words were laced with venom.
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