Chapter 223: Turning Against One’s Own Flesh and Blood
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“Oh.” Jasmine Yale was relieved, “After that time you saw Hans Colin at the seafood restaurant, did you have him watched?”
“Day before yesterday, when I was robbed… did you know about that too?”
“Hmm?” Jasmine Yale was confused—was his silence an acknowledgement or not?!
“Mr. Cheney, are you just too lazy to speak to me? I just want to know, I don’t mean anything by it. I’m not Hans Colin, you don’t have to worry about me.” “I’m not speaking because I want to see just how stupid you can be.” “Damn it!” Jasmine Yale couldn’t hold it back.
Sylvan Cheney hit the brakes!
He turned and coldly glanced at her, his icy gaze falling on her face.
“Jasmine Yale, I need to teach you a lesson!” Sylvan Cheney’s tone was chilling and sinister.
Jasmine Yale shivered, and couldn’t help but shrink back.
Her wide eyes spun around, filling with a layer of aggrieved tears, just like a frightened little hamster.
She just couldn’t hold it back.
Really… couldn’t hold it back.
But he was no better!
She shrank back to avoid Sylvan Cheney’s gaze.
But the car was only so big; there was nowhere to escape from his intimidating stare.
Jasmine Yale kept silent, lacking the guts to talk back to him.
When Sylvan Cheney finally saw that she had shut up, he slowly hit the gas again.
After a long while, he gave her a perfunctory reply.
“Yesterday’s drama was self-directed and self-performed by Hans Colin. Only idiots like you would believe that ‘hero saves the beauty’ story.”
It was only now that Jasmine Yale sensed something was off. Yeah, when she was held hostage, Hans Colin happened to show up.
And, he had also asked about Little Chaley in the car today.
It seemed that he had premeditated everything.
It’s just that, Hans Colin was still no match for a cunning person like Sylvan Cheney.
“You’re right, I’m stupid, I’m foolish, I’m brainless, that’s why I was fooled for such a long time.”
Saying this, Jasmine Yale turned her head to look out of the window, a layer of tears in her eyes.
Wasn’t she deceived by him for twelve years as well?
When they first met, wasn’t he the warm and kind older brother in her heart?
But what about later? After twelve years, she finally saw his true colors. He always managed to wear the prettiest masks to conceal his true self. Elegantly restrained? Charming? He was obviously a killer, a murderer!
No, even a killer couldn’t bring himself to harm his own flesh and blood, could they? Hahaha…
The corner of her lips curled into a self-mocking smile.
“I don’t expect you to become smarter either.” Sylvan Cheney said indifferently.
Well, that’s actually the truth.
“Mr. Cheney, when will Mr. Yale return to the country?” Jasmine Yale changed the topic.
Jasmine Yale felt uncomfortable mentioning that Mr. Yale hadn’t responded to her in a long time.
“Mr. Cheney, can I take Little Chaley home? I’ve already signed the agreement.”
“Does your home have a nanny? A driver? A home tutor? Hmm?”
“Since you have none of these, just let Little Chaley stay at the Cheney Residence!”
Jasmine Yale was rendered speechless.
No matter what, Little Chaley was definitely better off at the Cheney Residence than with her.
However, this also meant that she would have to visit the Cheney Residence frequently.
She really didn’t want to go to that place.
“And what about Hans Colin? What do you plan to do about him?” Jasmine Yale asked with mixed feelings.
She felt very conflicted inside. To her, Hans Colin was once the most understanding senior in university.
In college, Hans Colin really helped her a lot—he tutored her in her studies, helped her find work, helped her move things…