Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 330: Heard that Mr. Cheney is

Pampering Her

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Mixed atmospheres filled the private room.

Joe Heath was close to Jasmine Yale, always able to accurately sniff out her distinctive refined elegance.

As Jasmine was caressing her cold glass, she listened to Joe speak.

Just then

The door to the private room opened.

A woman walked in, holding a large tray filled with beer bottles.

The moment the door opened, all eyes gathered on her.

Jasmine looked over, but then, froze.

Kamila Zahir?

Kamila had noticed Jasmine too, her face instantaneously blushed in embarrassment and she seemed at a loss.

Kamila was wearing a pink bikini with a floral pattern, and her long hair was pulled up high.

Jasmine turned her head and cast a puzzled look at Joe.

She laughed: “CEO Heath, you like this type?”

She gestured towards Kamila.

Joe laughed loudly: “Didn’t I tell you already? I only like your type.”

A man shouted at Kamila: “Why are you standing there? Aren’t you going to come over?!”

“Yes.”

Kamila lowered her head, showing little expression on her face.

Her large chest jiggled with every step she took.

Placing all the beers on the table, Kamila carefully asked, “Should I open them?”

“Yes, and also fill all the cups,” commanded Joe.

Jasmine watched silently, unsure of what Joe was trying to do.

“Yes, CEO Heath.” Kamila nodded.

She expertly opened a beer and started pouring cup after cup.

During the pouring, she occasionally stole glances at Joe and Jasmine.

“Watch it. Why are you shaking?” A woman slapped Kamila’s hand, her face stern.

“Yes, yes.”

Kamila dared not let her focus wander again and concentrated on pouring the beer.

Soon, all ten cups on the table were filled with beer.

From Jasmine’s perspective, she could clearly see Kamila’s chest.

Light and soft, they indeed were eye-catching.

Joe leaned back on the sofa, lighting a cigar, his fingers lightly tapping the table.

“CEO Heath, I’ve finished pouring. May I leave?” Kamila asked Joe nervously. “Did I say you could leave?” Joe glanced at her, “Stay. Let’s play a game.” With that, Joe placed a stack of red notes on the table.

Jasmine was curious. What game was Joe planning on playing?

Sylvan had once mentioned that Joe had numerous tricks when it came to handling women.

“CEO… Heath, what game are we going to play?” Kamila asked, fear filled her eyes.

She didn’t know Jasmine was in the room too.

Ever since it was revealed that this woman was Jasmine Yale, she and her mother were bewildered.

They could only blame their eyes for not recognizing Jasmine.

Jasmine Yale now was different from before, she heard that Mr. Cheney even pampered her.

If they offended Jasmine, there would be no good ending.

They were doomed.

Moreover, from recent events, Jasmine seemed to hold grudges.

Back when Jasmine was eight, she and her mother often bullied her. They said all sorts of mean words.

Now, Jasmine would probably tear them apart.

“Which game to play…” Joe stroked his chin, looking at Jasmine, “Jasmine, what do you think?”

“I don’t know.” Jasmine answered lightly.

She didn’t want to see either Kamila or Nancy Emmett. Seeing them made her unhappy.

“If you’re not sure, listen to me then,” laughed Joe, “Elder Jameson, keep her entertained for a bit.”

An older man stood up, smiling broadly.

He walked over to Kamila, reaching out to lift her chin.

“Your lips are quite sexy. I guess they’ll be even sexier once you’ve had a drink.”