Chapter 121: Isn’t it Just Because I Spoil You
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Catching the panic and distrust in her eyes, he lowered his hand again.
“I believe you.” Sylvan Cheney said indifferently.
Lana Fern stared in disbelief, feeling as if a fire was burning in her belly.
“Brother-in-law, so you believe her but not me? All these people can vouch for me, and there’s even video surveillance. You actually chose to trust her over me?” Lana was really infuriated, her face turning pale.
Jasmine Yale was taken aback, “What did he say?
Even though she lied, he still trusts her?
She stood there, stunned for a long while before she could recover.
“Lana, I’ve told you not to cross my line.”
Sylvan’s husky, indifferent voice echoed.
His icy gaze swept over Lana’s face, as sharp as a knife.
“She was obviously lying, yet you doubt me? Brother-in-law, what kind of person do you think I am? Or do you think I’m inherently a liar? As I’ve said, if you don’t trust me, check the surveillance!” Lana was really irritated.
It was obviously that bitch lying, yet Sylvan didn’t believe her!
“I, Sylvan Cheney, don’t need your pointing and bossing around.”
His words were like an echo in the room.
Everyone was stunned!
Many people in the crowd heard of Sylvan Cheney, but they didn’t expect…this, this, this.
Everyone was scared, knowing very well Sylvan’s Cheney’s ruthlessness.
After a while, everyone dispersed, scared like a flock of startled birds.
The surroundings quieted down almost immediately.
“Brother-in-law…you’ve truly disappointed me.”
Lana took a step back, wiped her tears, and ran off crying.
Her damp clothes clung to her body, making her look disheveled as she ran.
Jasmine took a step back, afraid to look into Sylvan’s eyes.
After dealing with Lana, he would likely turn on her.
She gripped the milk tea tightly as she rubbed the cup nervously.
Sylvan glared at her before turning to head towards the parking lot.
Jasmine shuffled her feet nervously, her heart pounding.
Should she go, or should she not?
Sylvan took a few steps, realized she didn’t follow, and stood still, back straight as a rod.
“Don’t make me say it again.”
Jasmine was scared, and bracing herself, she followed him.
Sylvan headed to his dedicated parking spot and opened the back door of his car.
Jasmine had already come over and their eyes met, the tension between them was palpable.
A spark was about to ignite!
The driver was already in the car, and he didn’t even dare to breathe.
Sylvan showed no facial expression, his eyes deep and inscrutable.
“Do you need me to assist you in?” Sylvan asked.
“No, no need.” Jasmine obediently climbed into the car.
Twelve years of affection should keep him from hurting her.
But then again, you never know.
Sylvan strode into the car, “Drive.”
“Yes, Mr. Cheney.” The driver nodded.
The inside of the car suddenly turned frigid.
Sylvan was like a block of ice, cold enough to even freeze the hot milk tea in her hand.
The car swiftly left the parking lot and rode off into the street.
“Always causing ruckus,” Sylvan’s sharp eyes cut through her, “Now you’ve learned how to lie.”
A pang hit Jasmine’s heart, so he knew she was lying.
“If you knew I was lying, then why believe me?” Jasmine said indifferently.
“Isn’t it just because I spoiled you, letting you be lawless?” Sylvan replied in a terse tone.
“What if I committed arson and murder?”
“Then what else can I do,” Sylvan paused, “other than help you dispose of the body?”
Jasmine turned to look at him, her eyes wide open..