Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 731: Chapter 731: Not Little Chale’s Mother

Yesterday, when she heard Yolanda Fern say these things, she was quite agitated.

Today, hearing her voice again gave her a creepy feeling.

This woman’s voice was as gentle as usual, but every word was tinged with a cold undertone.

Jasmine Yale broke out into a cold sweat.

After listening to each word, she realized belatedly she was shivering.

Her back and palms were covered in perspiration.

After a few sections, she was too scared to continue listening.

But she was also extremely curious…..

This contradictory feeling was incredibly frustrating, like a hand scratching at her heart.

Jasmine Yale pressed the power-off button, she had no choice but to put her slippers on and run upstairs.

She ran like a rabbit, her hand holding the recorder still shaking.

Sylvan Cheney had just changed into a loose bathrobe, preparing to take a bath, but suddenly heard a knock on the door.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly.@@novelbin@@

No servant would dare knock on his door, so apart from Jasmine Yale and Chale Cheney, there was no one else.

He opened the door and leaned on the doorway with his arms crossed.

Under his loose grey bathrobe, Sylvan’s sexy collarbones and chest muscle were faintly visible, his gaze somewhat lazy.

Jasmine Yale raised the recorder, “I’m scared to listen on my own.”

Sylvan Cheney laughed, “When you confronted them in the park yesterday, you didn’t seem this scared.”

“Little Chale was there then, if I’d run, it would be so embarrassing.”

“Come in,” Sylvan Cheney resignedly said.

Jasmine Yale nodded and entered his bedroom.

This was a newly arranged room, very spacious, with the curtains drawn and wall lights on.

Decorative oil paintings hung on the walls, simple but exquisite in line.

“You’re going to take a bath?” Jasmine Yale asked.

“Yeah, didn’t get any sleep last night.”

“Then go and bathe, I’ll just sit on the sofa.”

With someone there, she wasn’t scared.

Listening to these alone in a room was indeed terrifying.

“Call me if you need anything,” Sylvan Cheney didn’t linger and went into the bathroom with his clothes.

Soon, the sound of water echoed from the bathroom, and Jasmine Yale turned on the recorder again.

With someone there, it indeed wasn’t so scary.

She sat cross-legged on the sofa, bowed her head, and placed the recorder nearby.

There was some static in it, but it was clear.

All the conversations from yesterday at the park were recorded, including those at the property certification office.

Jasmine Yale furrowed her brows.

So Sylvan Cheney really knew about Yolanda Fern’s ulterior motives from the start and had invited Lilac Serval to put on a show?

It seemed he didn’t lie to her. Lilac Serval was his subordinate and not an escort at the club nor was she Little Chale’s mother.

Midway, the voice in the recorder paused for a long time.

Just as Jasmine Yale thought it was over, suddenly, she heard Chris Fern’s voice!

She knew Chris Fern’s voice too well, clear with an ominous undertone–

“Charles Mcintosh? What a coincidence, you and Mr. Cheney are back.”

“Did you not expect me and Mr. Cheney to come back alive?”

“Being able to return, that’s fortunate.”

“Chris Fern, did you come here to take all of Mr. Cheney’s things away? Unfortunately, the key you hold, is useless.”

Jasmine Yale blinked in surprise. When was this?

The key in his hand is of no use? Does it mean that the key they got from the notary office yesterday was also a fake?

Jasmine Yale listened on confused, the more she listened, the less calm she was!

“Chris Fern, after Mr. Cheney returned from Lonton, sitting in a wheelchair, he decided to let you off once he left Cheney Residence. But you guys didn’t repent, still plotting at every step, tampering with Mr. Cheney´s car while he was on his way to T City, intending to cause him harm. Since that’s the case, don’t blame Mr. Cheney for fighting back.”