Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 2452: Chapter 2452: Trust the Police, Everything Will Be Fine

At this moment, every minute and second felt like a year to Jasmine Yale.

The air in the car was particularly oppressive, making her feel breathless.

Butler Santana held her hand tightly.

Torture, endless torture, like ants crawling across her heart, piercing to the bone.

From time to time, policemen got into the police car to exchange information.

Two policemen stood outside the car, speaking in low voices: "This isn’t a trafficking case. After the man pushed the child away, he carried the child into the car, and the license plate wasn’t concealed, which suggests he didn’t intend to hide anything."

Jasmine heard the commotion outside clearly.

Upon hearing this, Jasmine abruptly sat up, opened the car door, and stuck her head out: "Can I see the surveillance footage? Where did that person go?"

One policeman turned his head: "Ma’am, please wait, we’re tracking the route using surveillance footage and the license plate number. We suspect the person is nearby."

"No matter what happens, you must bring my baby back safely, okay?" Jasmine pleaded.

"Rest assured, this is our duty, and we won’t shirk from it."

Before long, a young policeman came over to report: "The black car in the surveillance footage entered the Siesta Garden hotel."

Jasmine knew that this hotel was not far from the south gate, in fact, it was quite close. It was a luxurious hot spring hotel run by locals.

She immediately tugged at the policeman’s sleeve: "Officer, take me there, can you take me there? I am the child’s mother, I should be there."

"Ma’am, things are unclear right now. Our people are already on the way, stay here, we will update you. Our team has gone to Siesta Garden, and will provide feedback anytime."

Butler Santana held Jasmine Yale: "Miss Yale, trust the police, there won’t be any issues."

"Who took Little Clementine?" Jasmine covered her face in pain, feeling uneasy, her chest tight with anxiety.

Butler Santana couldn’t answer her question, so he stayed by her side to comfort her.

Jasmine refused to get back in the car, standing silently in the wind, traces of tears still visible in her eyes, glistening bit by bit.

All around her, people continued to pass by, lively and noisy, but Jasmine’s heart gradually sank into despair.

She didn’t know who would joke like this with her.

Little Clementine was her life.

Perhaps because the person didn’t intend to conceal anything, the police quickly received information—

Little Clementine was taken to room 8299 at the Siesta Garden hotel.

In the wind, Jasmine leaned against the police car, standing powerlessly, her eyes filled with immense uncertainty.

She didn’t know what she was thinking, yet it seemed she wasn’t thinking at all.

Where her gaze landed, there was only bright light.

A policeman walked up to her: "Mrs. Yale, we have communicated with the gentleman in room 8299, he says he knows you."

Jasmine was surprised and withdrew her dazed gaze, staring at the policeman: "What’s his name?"

"His business card." The policeman handed her a card.

Jasmine took it.

Ha...

Sylvan Cheney.

Butler Santana was also stunned, Mr. Cheney could have simply called Miss Yale to see Little Clementine, why resort to such means.

"Officer, thank you, sorry for the trouble, I do know him, I’ll head to Siesta Garden now." Jasmine said calmly, quite apologetic.

"Mrs. Yale, if you wish to resolve this privately with the gentleman, we’ll return to the station. If you don’t agree to a private settlement, we will intervene, as the gentleman’s actions already touch on legal issues."