Chapter 212: What is your father’s name?
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Jasy could only belong to him or Elder Cheney, how could she be with someone else?
Besides, this uncle isn’t handsome.
Compared to Elder Cheney, there’s a huge difference.
“Little guy, where are your mommy and daddy?” Hans Colin asked with a smile.
Chale Cheney replied unhappily, “I’m not ‘little guy’, I’m Little Chale.”
“Oh, Little Chale,” Hans Colin corrected himself.
Jasmine Yale signaled to Hans Colin, indicating not to mention that.
Because, Little Chale was an adopted child.
Jasmine Yale quickly changed the subject: “Little Chale, what kind of animals do you like?”
“I like…” Chale Cheney thought for a while, then happily said, “Little foxes!” “Huh? Why?” Jasmine Yale was curious.
“Because little foxes are so clever.”
In Jasmine’s impression, a little fox is cunning.
But to Little Chale, it becomes intelligent.
“Jasy, don’t you agree, don’t you agree…” Chale Cheney asked, shaking her arm.
Jasmine Yale nodded: “Yes, little foxes are very clever.”
“That’s right. I want to be as clever as a little fox!”
Jasmine Yale was sweating profusely.
The car drove into a secluded road.
Jasmine Yale looked around and quietly asked Hans Colin, “Did we take a wrong turn? This doesn’t seem like the way to the aquarium.”
“No, this is a shortcut, it’s shorter.”
The roadside was planted with tall birch trees. As it was autumn, the leaves had all fallen, leaving bare branches.
Chale Cheney was chattering away with Jasmine Yale.
“Jasy, foreign countries are not as fun as Landon.”
“Why though?” Lonton should also be lots of fun.
“Because foreign countries don’t have Jasy.” The little guy mischievously smiled.
“Haha!” Jasmine Yale laughed and gave him a kiss on the cheek, “Who taught you to be so naughty?”
Indeed, she hadn’t talked to Mr. Yale for quite a while. But Mr. Yale was a very nice person. Could it be that he was not what he appeared to be?
Hans Colin interjected and asked, “What’s your father’s name?”
Chale Cheney looked at him and shook his head, “I won’t tell you.”
Elder Cheney had specifically instructed him not to disclose it.
Jasmine Yale quickly defused the situation, “Don’t mind him, he’s just a child.”
“I won’t.” Hans Colin gripped the steering wheel tightly.
Chale Cheney, tired from all the playing and seeing that they haven’t reached the aquarium, fell asleep on Jasmine Yale’s lap.
Jasmine Yale also closed her eyes, patting the little guy’s back, and dozed off.
The car slowly moved forward, taking more and more secluded routes.
The autumn wind was blowing against the window, making a “yah yah” sound.
After an unknown period of time, suddenly, the car made an emergency stop-
Suddenly, Jasmine Yale was startled awake, her instinct was to tightly hug Little Chale!
“What’s the matter? Hans Colin?!”
Jasmine Yale looked around, where was Hans Colin?
She quickly rolled down the window and looked outside!
Hans Colin was talking to a group of burly men wearing black head covers.
She couldn’t hear clearly, but she saw one of the men open a leather suitcase full of red banknotes!
Jasmine Yale panicked!
This… was impossible!
She tried to open the car door, only to realize that the door was locked, she couldn’t open it!
Outside, Hans Colin lowered his voice and said, “Is that all the money?”
“This is four million in cash!”
“So, Sylvan Cheney’s son is only worth four million?” Hans Colin lit up a cigarette and glanced coldly.
“I’ll give you another million after the job is done!”
“Five million? Do you know how much effort I’ve put into this?”