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It turns out; she’s Yolanda Fern, the wife of Sylvan Cheney.

No wonder, she looks a lot like Lana Fern.

“Lana, Mr. Cheney is your sister’s man. If their relationship is good, what are you worried about,” Jasmine Yale says with a cold face.

“No matter how good the relationship, they’re afraid of a cheap woman,” retorted Lana Fern, “Some women like to throw themselves at men.”

“Lana, watch your words, or next time I dispose of you, it won’t be with coffee but with paint,” warned Jasmine.

“Did I say something wrong? Why are you upset?” scoffed Lana, “It’s a pity. You threw yourself at him, lost your son, yet Mr. Cheney didn’t even give you a second look. Jasmine, you’re so pitiful.”

“Lana, if you had enough confidence, you wouldn’t be hiding from me, would you?”

Jasmine looked outside but didn’t see Lana anywhere.

“Yes, I am so scared of you,” Lana laughed out loud, “Jasmine, I’m warning you, my sister flew here from Lonton especially to be with Mr. Cheney. You’d better stay out of their sight!”

“Lana, I’m not interested in Mr. Cheney. As for what you feel for your brother-in-law, you must know it better than I do.”

Jasmine sneered.

Lana only displayed such behavior in front of her. Who was she putting on this show for?

Lana’s face stiffened, as though Jasmine saw through her.

She was furious!

“Jasmine, watch your mouth! My sister and Mr. Cheney have been married for a long time, they even have a child. What are you talking about?”

“You know whether I am talking nonsense or not. Plus, I have no interest in Sylvan Cheney. Don’t try such childish tricks on me again.”

Jasmine hung up the phone, stood up, and took her bag.

She was not interested in a married man with a child.

However, it seemed like Lana, who couldn’t vent her feelings on her sister, was targeting her.

No wonder Sylvan Cheney hadn’t disturbed her these days. So, his legitimate wife was back.

Remembering the scene when he kissed her, Jasmine couldn’t help frowning.

She walked out of the cafe, suppressing the surge of emotions in her heart.

She didn’t rush home, but strolled alone in the bright night city.

The city was brilliantly lit, and the night view was stunning.

The City Moat flowed through the bustling district. The river boats were brightly lit, a delightful scene.

A gust of wind brushed against her, making her heart feel cold.

She missed Little Chale.

She called him again.

But, no one answered.

Where had the little guy gone? Was he playing with his father?

He had given her such a valuable gift, and she hadn’t thanked him yet.

On her phone, she had a photo of Sylvan Cheney and Yolanda Fern together. She had secretly taken it.

If she posted this photo online, it would surely bring a huge profit to Respected Majesty.

She dared to post gossip about Sylvan Cheney, which others didn’t dare to.

In the photo, she only got the man’s side profile, and of the woman, only a view from behind.

However, it didn’t matter.

She logged into her account, wrote a news piece, and posted it.

She took a deep breath!

The night was still beautiful.

But Jasmine never imagined that the real boss behind Respected Majesty had long become Sylvan Cheney.

As soon as the news was posted, Charles Mcintosh was alerted.

The news headline was intriguing: “Breaking News! Mr. Cheney walks with a mysterious woman, indulging in intimate behavior! Is this the exposure of his real wife?”

Charles Mcintosh immediately blocked it.

Then, he called Sylvan Cheney..