Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 730: Chapter 730: Knock Her Down Hard

Whom to blame? It seems that apart from blaming herself, there is nowhere else to make a point.

In Landon, among those who dare to anger him and yet live well, Jasmine Yale is the first, and no one else dare to claim second.

Ironically, he falls for her scheme.

Jasmine Yale moved her lips, this man was particularly good at hurting people.@@novelbin@@

Sylvan Cheney let go of his hand, gave her a look, and slowly sat up from the bed.

He picked up his coat from the floor and took a recording device out of his pocket, casually tossing it to Jasmine Yale.

The recording device was tossed in a semi-circular arc, making a “thump” sound—

And it landed next to Jasmine Yale’s hand.

“What’s this?” Jasmine Yale astoundedly looked at him.

She picked up the black thing, which was like an eraser, and played with it in her palm.

“A recording device.”

“Huh?” Jasmine Yale was confused, a recording device?

“You’ll understand after you listen to it, and if you still don’t, then you’re probably…stupid.” Sylvan Cheney said indifferently.

He slung his coat over his arm and glanced at her.

There are two recordings in the recorder. One was recorded by Lilac Serval in the park yesterday, and the other was recorded in the underground tunnel this morning.

Jasmine Yale bowed her head, her hair hanging over her shoulders.

Her white, off-shoulder sweater set off her fair skin, making her look gentle and delicate.

She frowned as she examined the recorder.

“I’m going upstairs to rest, call me if you need anything, don’t go out.” Sylvan Cheney instructed.

Having not slept all night, Sylvan Cheney was deeply fatigued, and the corners of his eyes showed exhaustion and weariness, with a faint hint of blue.

“Understood.” Jasmine Yale obediently agreed.

Sylvan Cheney stood at the door, looking at her unwillingly.

He still liked her polite demeanor. When she tamed her sharp claws, she was like a docile cat, obedient and quiet.

The sight of her sitting on the fluffy carpet made him yearn to fiercely tackle her, devouring her completely.

Especially her fair, delicate ankles exposed outside were particularly tempting.

As Jasmine Yale lifted her head, she met his burning gaze.

Full of wolf-like hunger…

Jasmine Yale quickly adjusted her collar and hid in the corner of the bed.

Watching her action, Sylvan Cheney chuckled, his lips curved upward.

“Why aren’t you leaving…” Jasmine Yale watched him warily.

Sylvan Cheney didn’t speak, gave her another glance, then turned around shut the door.

Only once he had left, did Jasmine Yale exhale.

Now that he has returned unharmed, she definitely cannot share a room with him.

She understands men’s desires for women.

Jasmine Yale lowered her head to fiddle with the recorder in her hand.

As soon as she turned it on, Yolanda Fern’s voice emanated from inside, startling Jasmine Yale!

“My main purpose in returning to Landon was to find her. Don’t you know yet that Mr. Cheney had made a property authentication once in which he declared that all his properties would be left to Chale Cheney and Chale Cheney’s biological mother.”

It was Yolanda Fern’s voice, from their conversation in the park yesterday.

The incident just occurred recently, so of course, she remembered it clearly.

Now, the recording device is with Sylvan Cheney, which means he already knows about what Yolanda Fern had done?

Jasmine Yale kept listening.

As she listened, she became more convinced that the content in this recorder was recorded by Lilac Serval!

Does this mean that Lilac Serval was truly Sylvan Cheney’s subordinate, a spy he had planted?

As for the purpose… was it to rip off Yolanda Fern’s mask?

“I didn’t do much, just tampered with the steering wheel a bit. There shouldn’t be much of a problem, he should be able to survive the landslide, after all, he has a strong life force.”