Fated love: the unwanted bride - Chapter 385: Drafting the Will First

Chapter 385: Chapter 385: Drafting the Will First

Spencer Childe barely flinched.

He was well-acquainted with rough seas and had killed many times over. Jasmine Yale was simply beneath his notice.

“You Fern folks truly lack reason,” Jasmine Yale sneered, “From top to bottom, not a single one of you plays fair.”

“And you, an outsider, are nothing!” Spencer Childe snapped back coldly.

“Don’t lose your temper, old man. It will do you no good. If you were to die from rage, this spacious house and all its wealth would fall into the hands of outsiders!”

Jasmine Yale deliberately stared at him.

Her remarks, however, just made Spencer Childe’s anger flare up!

His greatest hatred in life was his family’s wealth falling into malicious hands!

Unfortunately, he only had one daughter, who had already passed away.

His son-in-law and grandson were both eyeing his wealth, each one more unscrupulous than the last! All of them were full of insincerity! All of them!

Jasmine Yale noticed Spencer Childe’s complexion change.

She wondered for a second. Had she touched a nerve?

“You, woman, you’re not worth the dirt you’re buried in!” Spencer Childe fumed!

Sylvan Cheney, his grandson, had occasionally made him furious, but he hadn’t expected that this girl Sylvan Cheney nurtured to have the same disposition!

He nearly had a stroke from anger the first time he met her!

Jasmine yale chuckled: “Anyway, I won’t last long in your hands, and you won’t survive much longer, old man. So why don’t we get to know each other now?” The maid was frightened by Jasmine’s words!

This woman really has no filter.

Who dares to speak to Elder Childe like that!

Clearly she’s near death, her courage knows no bounds.

Spencer Childe picked up his cane and staggered towards Jasmine Yale with the intention to hit her.

Jasmine Yale was quick on her feet and slipped away easily.

“Feeling angry? Don’t yet, I have a suggestion,” Jasmine Yale leaned against the wall and looked at him, “Make a will first.”

“Get lost!” Spencer Childe was livid!

For many years, he had only been infuriated by his grandson, Sylvan Cheney, never by an outsider!

Especially not a wild girl like her!

“Let me tell you, not a single person in the Fern family is good. Don’t leave your wealth to them.”

Jasmine Yale ran her fingers through her hair, swaying it casually. T/his chapter is updat/𝓮d by n𝒐v(ê(l)biin.c/o/m

“Grandpa!” Chris Fern shouted, rushing over.

“Cough… Cough…” Spencer Childe was practically choked with rage.

What’s all this about wealth and wills, and death!

The very things Spencer Childe despised the most!

“I’ve been too lenient with you, haven’t I?” Chris Fern stood in front of Jasmine Yale, his eyes burning with rage, “I promise you, if you play nice now, your death won’t be too painful.”

With that, Chris Fern grabbed Jasmine Yale’s throat.

Jasmine Yale saw murder in his eyes.

How much could this man possibly hate her?

Did she….do anything to deserve his hatred?

What utter nonsense.

The Fern family, all a bunch of lunatics! Sylvan Cheney too!

Jasmine Yale didn’t respond anymore. She glanced at them coldly and slammed the bathroom door shut.

“Keep an eye on her, don’t let her go crazy!” Chris Fern warned the maid.

“Yes, I understand, Young Master.”

“Grandpa, let me take you back to your room. Don’t bother with this woman.” Chris Fern supported Spencer Childe.

“Chris, this woman has absolutely no manners, what on earth is the Cheney Residence raising!” After this incident, Spencer Childe hadn’t returned to Landon for many years.

“She’s just taking advantage of the fact that Mr. Cheney tends to be kind to her, she has no sense of her place.”

Jasmine Yale turned on the shower, letting the hot water gush down on her..