Chapter 677: Chapter 677 Cheney Sylvan Will Survive, Yes He Will

Her eyes spun with dizziness, her mind growing cloudy.

She stared at the woman smoking, utterly nonplussed.

The woman seemed unfazed, smoking calmly with a sharp gaze. Her ruby earrings swayed softly with her movements.

“Stop seeing Little Chale, disappear from his life forever,” Jasmine Yale’s voice was hoarse.

Her deep eyes were veiled with a thin layer of white mist, like a hazy drizzle.

“Hmm, I can do that.” Lilac Serval smiled.

This woman truly had a beautiful face.

Especially when she smiled, there was a captivating charm that could topple nations.

Just like a fox, her allure was easily bewitching.

Jasmine Yale was merely a woman, but even she found her unbelievably attractive, let alone a man.

No wonder Sylvan Cheney was head over heels, loving her all these years.

She used to wonder what Chale’s mother looked like, now that she saw her, she matched her imagination.

Except for the personality.

Lilac Serval was a shrewd woman who knew exactly what she wanted.

She was overly cunning and calculating.

Teaming up with Yolanda Fern, they were utterly unscrupulous.

“Jasmine Yale, shall we arrange a parentage identification test for Lilac and Chale Cheney in the afternoon? Do you agree?” Yolanda Fern asked with confidence.

Jasmine remained silent.

Interpreting her silence as doubt, Yolanda Fern said casually, “If you think I’ll manipulate the results, then find someone to supervise. Lilac Serval is indeed Chale Cheney’s biological mother, I have no reason to tamper with that. And, I don’t have the capability to influence a public notary or Mr. Cheney’s lawyer.”

Yolanda Fern had voiced all of Jasmine’s concerns.

Despair washed over her.

Yes, regardless of the number of people watching, it couldn’t change the fact that Lilac Serval was Chale’s mother.

The light in Jasmine’s eyes dimmed bit by bit.

Her chest felt incredibly heavy.

After a long while, she spoke softly—

“Yolanda Fern, once you have Mr. Cheney’s assets, will you disappear from Landon forever?” Jasmine looked at her.

“I hate this place, Jasmine Yale, and I hate seeing you. So, I won’t stay, you can rest assured.”

“Aren’t you the least bit afraid of Mr. Cheney?” Jasmine seemed helpless.

“Well, only if he survives the landslide, right?”

Yolanda Fern curled the corners of her lips.

Her smile was as toxic as opium.

In the wind, her demeanor remained gentle, but her smile was filled with something sinister.

“Hmm.”

Jasmine looked pale, she leaned on the chair weakly, her knuckles white, her heart throbbing dull with pain.

For a moment, she thought her heart would stop beating.

Her fingers shook relentlessly.

There was no light in her eyes.

The wind whipped her hair, every part of her body ached.

Sylvan Cheney would survive, he must.

She waited for his survival, for his rebirth, for him to reclaim everything that was his.

Sylvan Cheney, you will live, won’t you?

“Jasmine Yale, I’ve never met a woman as dull as you, raising Sylvan Cheney’s son seems amusing?” Yolanda Fern chuckled softly, “Sylvan Cheney doesn’t love you, does he?”

Her gaze rested on the diamond ring on Jasmine’s ring finger.

The diamond was large, exquisitely crafted. It was obviously something most people couldn’t afford.

Was it a gift from Sylvan Cheney?

Yolanda Fern didn’t care anymore.

Even if Sylvan Cheney were still alive, what could a disabled man change?

What’s more, she had her grandfather’s wealth and subordinates, those were the most important things.