Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 2117: Jasy, Who Is the "President"?

Lonton’s rain is incessant, drizzling down, and such weather makes one lose the desire to go out.

The sky is gloomy, resembling the darkness before dawn.

After dinner, Jasmine Yale chatted with Chale Cheney’s master for quite a while, listening to the old man’s many past stories.

The old man also brought out an old black-and-white photograph, a group photo from childhood with many people.

Jasmine Yale immediately noticed Sylvan Cheney.

Sylvan Cheney was six or seven years old at the time and looked exactly like Chale Cheney now.

The other children in the photo are laughing heartily, some silly, some mischievously covered in mud, but Sylvan Cheney, standing at the edge, is clean and cool, with thin lips pressed lightly.

"Someone was like this as a child and hasn’t changed," Jasmine Yale sighed.

The old man also sighed, "He didn’t have a father since childhood, making him much more mature than other children, clever and worldly wise."

Playing with building blocks nearby, Chale Cheney immediately asked, "Master... who’s smarter, me or Dad?"

The old man immediately laughed cheerfully, "You little rascal, you’re smart."

"Master is the best."

Jasmine Yale laughed, holding onto the photo for a long while.

"Can I take this photo back?" Jasmine Yale asked.

"Sure, take it back. The training camp used to be very strict, and not many photos were kept, this is one of the few group photos."

Jasmine Yale found Chale Cheney’s master in the group photo, he was still very young back then.

Standing next to Sylvan Cheney is Charles Mcintosh, and in front of Charles is a very young girl with braided hair, biting her finger, that is probably Lilac Serval.

"Not any news yet?" Jasmine Yale lowered her voice to ask, mindful of Chale Cheney’s presence.

The old man knew who Jasmine Yale was referring to, shook his head, "No, both are still untraceable."

Jasmine Yale was silent, looking at Charles Mcintosh and Lilac Serval in the photo, an indescribable feeling in her heart.

The atmosphere suddenly became much quieter.

Fortunately, Chale Cheney knew nothing and would occasionally run over happily, pulling his master to build blocks, playing joyfully.

Suddenly, Jasmine Yale’s phone rang.

Just as she wanted to stand up to get the phone, little Chale Cheney had already dutifully brought it over from the sofa.

"Jasy, who’s the ’CEO’?" Chale Cheney asked curiously, looking at the flashing screen.

Jasmine Yale was stunned, Sylvan Cheney?

She hurriedly said, "It’s Jasy’s boss."

"Is he very impressive?"

"Yes, very impressive."

"But definitely not more impressive than my dad." At the crucial moment, Chale Cheney still sided with his old Cheney.

Jasmine Yale smiled as she took the phone, heading towards the door.

Outside, rain was falling, wind blowing against the body coolly, looking out, all was green water and Green Peak Village, picturesque scenery.

The rain was gentle and entwined, like silky threads, fluttering leisurely.

"CEO."

"Where are you? I sent you messages, why haven’t you replied to any?"

"Did I?" Jasmine Yale hadn’t had time to check her phone, having spent all of yesterday on the plane, "Sorry, I haven’t seen them."

"Haven’t seen them? Is it that you haven’t seen them, or you simply don’t care? Hmm?"

"What are you saying..."

"Jasmine Yale, don’t fool me, a whole day and night, you haven’t turned on your phone? I’m not a three-year-old, not so easily fooled!" His tone was heavy on the other end.

"I’m outside, wait for me to come back."

At this time in UT, it should be dawn.