Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 142: Chapter 142: What’s wrong, do you miss me?

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If Mr. Yale were to truly believe Olive’s words, would she never see Little Chale again?!

Jasmine reached out to take her phone back, but it was too late, and the message was sent out.

She quickly explained, “Mr. Yale, she is my colleague, we had an argument, don’t believe her words.”

Feeling the thrill of vengeance, Olive flicked her wrist and left.

She left pleased as punch.

On the other end, there was a delay in response.

Jasmine grew anxious.

She lost her appetite for lunch.

However, after a quarter of an hour, Mr. Yale still had not responded.

Jasmine had no choice but to say, “Mr. Yale, I’m sorry.”

That’s all she could say.

Her impression in Mr. Yale’s heart must be terrible.

She felt frustrated…

Just as she was heading back to the office, her WeChat sounded off.

“So did you fight back?”

“No, I didn’t fight back,” Jasmine quickly explained.

“Why didn’t you fight back.”

“I… it’s not good to fight, it could lead to the police station.”

“If you fought back, I could have handed you a brick, and pulled you out of the police station.”

Jasmine laughed suddenly, “Mr. Yale, do you believe in me that much?”

“Hmm.”

Jasmine felt as though the world had lit up.

Mr. Yale trust her…

“Mr. Yale, you’re such a good person, thank you.”

“I have many more advantages.”

Jasmine replied with a smile, “I feel the same.”

Mr. Yale, such a person, graceful, gentlemanly, polite, interesting, and understanding.

However, how could he be friends with someone like Sylvan Cheney?

The two of them were simply not from the same walks of life.

Sylvan Cheney was not a patch on Mr. Yale!

No wonder Mr. Yale’s son is so lovely and polite.

Sylvan Cheney’s son must not be liked.

As she sent messages to Mr. Yale, she walked into the office.

Before she could enter, she heard people whispering.

“Oh my God, something happened to Olive!”

Jasmine suddenly felt her heart lurch, something happened?

As soon as she walked into the office, everyone stopped talking.

Moreover, everyone’s eyes were fearfully staring at her.

Hmm?

“Xara, what happened?” Jasmine could only ask Xara.

“Jasmine, Olive was fired.”

“Who fired her?”

“It was Sister Penny, word has it, it was people from the top. Jasmine, do you really know the boss of Respected Majesty?”

Jasmine shook her head, but suddenly hesitated.

Then she remembered, the boss of Respected Majesty could be Sylvan Cheney.

“Anyway, we all know who’s right and wrong, Jasmine, don’t mind this. Olive got fired, she got fired.” Xara said.

“Right, let’s get back to work.”

Jasmine quickly left to a place where no one was around to call Sylvan Cheney.

“Mr. Cheney.”

“What is it, do you miss me?”

Jasmine frowned, Sylvan Cheney stood in stark contrast to Mr. Yale!

Mr. Yale was a gentleman, while Sylvan Cheney was—flippant, shameless.

“Are you the boss of Respected Majesty?”

“Who is the boss of Respected Majesty, don’t you know?”

“I’m just a low-level employee, how would I know?”

He really was unreasonable.

“Not a single word I said made it into your heart.” There was a hint of annoyance in Sylvan Cheney’s tone.

“Stop talking nonsense.”

She was angry, but still maintained a smile.

She had to get used to Sylvan Cheney’s indifference.

In the past, he wasn’t like this, it seems, over these three years, his temper had grown.

“Click,” Sylvan Cheney hung up the call.

Damn it!

Jasmine was furious, what kind of person was this.

How could Mr.. Yale have such a friend?