Chapter 678: Chapter 678: Jasmine Yale’s final bottom line

Her grandfather had a group of loyal henchmen, people who only obeyed Spencer Childe’s orders.

From now on, this group would belong to her.

Even if Sylvan Cheney was still alive, what did it matter?

“Yolanda, it seems like you don’t have the right to speak that word.” Jasmine Yale looked at her, “I’m afraid, you have never really loved Mr. Cheney, have you? You’ve had a hard time these years.”

How much would a person have to pretend to reach this point?

To deceive Spencer Childe, and to deceive Sylvan Cheney as well.

If it weren’t for her desperation this time to get Sylvan’s assets, she probably would have continued the act.

Lilac Serval quietly watched them from the side.

Having finished a cigarette, she spoke indifferently, “What’s there to argue about? Can love be used as food? Why not lighten up?”

Her enchanting face bore a maturity beyond her years.

Her tone was calm, undisturbed.

“Miss Fern, there’s no need to argue with this woman, we should head to the property registration office.” Lilac Serval seemed to be in a hurry.

“Mhm, no need to argue.”

Yolanda picked up her purse and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

The two women walked side by side towards Chale Cheney, who was not far away.

Jasmine stepped forward, spreading her arms to block them.

Lilac Serval furrowed her brow, “Miss Yale, what exactly are you trying to do? We’ve said everything there is to say.”

“I’m going with you.” Jasmine Yale said.

“Sure, let’s go together.” Lilac Serval said, the corner of her eyes lifting in a smirk, “Once we’re there, you can take that child back home with you, spare me the trouble.”

“I wouldn’t let Chale Cheney leave with you either.”

This was Jasmine Yale’s bottom line.

Without Sylvan, Little Chale was an orphan, she would never let him stay with these two women.

From last time’s events in the bamboo forest, she still hadn’t recovered.

The feeling of almost losing Little Chale…it was the same as it was three years ago.

Jasmine blocked them and walked towards Chale Cheney alone.

Little Chale was squatting on the ground, collecting samples.

There were other children of his age around, their faces filled with excitement.

Chale Cheney was particularly serious, his head tilted to the side in a manner that reminded her of Sylvan.

“Little Chale.” Jasmine squatted down and caressed his small head.

She gave a smile, gently running her fingers through his soft hair.

“Jasy.” The little boy called out, “Baby collected a lot of plants, you look.”

He opened the box, it was filled with his collection.

Done with great care.

“Little Chale is really smart, when we go home, can Jasy help you make the samples?”

“Sure.” Chale was very happy, “The teacher said, the assignment should be completed with mom and dad. Since dad isn’t home, only Jasy can help baby.”

“Mm, Jasy will help you make lots of beautiful samples, let’s do it together.”

Chale Cheney closed the small box, holding it in his arms as if it was precious.

His chubby little hand touched Jasmine’s hair, then he nestled into her arms.

“Jasy, is that lady really my mommy? Baby doesn’t like her…”

Chale Cheney leaned into Jasmine Yale’s ear, his voice low.

The warmth of his breath lingered around her neck.

It’s not that he didn’t like her it was just… that feeling, a little scary.

That lady looked so fierce, not gentle like Jasy.

Especially, the lady’s cold eyes when she looked at him, it was chilling.

When he dreamt about mommy, it wasn’t like this at all.

Mommy was like Jasy!