Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 2453: Chapter 2453: Give Me Back My Daughter!

Jasmine Yale hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "I’ll resolve it with him privately."

"Alright, if you need anything, feel free to call us."

"Thank you for your trouble."

"You’re welcome."

In the cold wind, Jasmine Yale brushed aside the stray hair from her ears, her eyes carrying a deep glow.

Fortunately, Little Clementine was safe.

Jasmine Yale tightly clutched Sylvan Cheney’s business card, her hands cold as she squeezed it.

Butler Santana saw that her complexion was not good and quickly said, "Miss Yale, should you make a call to Mr. Cheney first? He won’t harm Little Clementine, you have to trust him."

"To Siesta Garden Hotel."

"Alright."

The hotel was not far from Chinatown, within walking distance.

It was a large, luxurious hotel built on vacant land near Chinatown, famous for its hot springs.

It was late at night, and the hotel loomed like a giant in the night.

In the sky, a bright moon quietly shone on the high-rise buildings.

The surroundings of the hotel were much quieter, but from the hotel, one could clearly see the bustling Chinatown, and also the rows of exquisite lanterns.

The scenery during the Lantern Festival was truly marvelous.

Jasmine Yale stood at the entrance for a long time before walking into the hotel.

"Butler Santana, wait for me downstairs, I’ll go up alone."

"Miss Yale, I’m worried."

"It’s okay." Jasmine Yale said and walked towards the elevator.

Butler Santana gazed at Jasmine Yale’s frail figure and messy hair, sighing inwardly.

The elevator slowly ascended, from the transparent elevator, the lively street scene outside was visible.

This bustling scene could easily create a sense of disorientation.

Jasmine Yale’s complexion remained calm, her eyes deep and her lips pressed tightly, still holding onto Sylvan Cheney’s silver-gray business card.

The elevator stopped on the top floor of the suite.

She searched room by room until she stood at the door of 8299.

The suite had excellent privacy, but as soon as Jasmine Yale reached the door, she heard Little Clementine’s cries!

All baby cries sound the same, but Little Clementine’s voice was distinguishable, how could she, as a mother, not recognize it!

As soon as Little Clementine cried, her heart clenched as if being gripped by a hand.

"Bang Bang Bang"—Jasmine Yale raised her hand and knocked on the door desperately.

Little Clementine is crying, what is he doing inside!

In an instant, she thought of many bad things, these thoughts were like tangled threads, winding one by one, impossible to unravel.

The door opened.

The subtle fragrance of the luxurious suite wafted over, the light was a gentle shade of orange.

Sylvan Cheney was the one who opened the door.

He was wearing a black robe, the collar revealing a hint of tanned skin.

"Jas..."

"Smack!"

Before Sylvan Cheney could speak, Jasmine Yale mustered her strength and slapped him across the face!

"Sylvan Cheney, are you crazy?! Why did you take my daughter, give her back to me! Whatever you want to do to me, come at me, but give back my daughter!" Jasmine Yale screamed hysterically at him, all her anxious and fearful emotions poured out like a flood out of control!

Little Clementine was her life!

The slap left half of Sylvan Cheney’s face red.

Her cries were particularly loud at the doorway.

In an instant, everything went silent.

Sylvan Cheney did not retaliate; he looked heavily at Jasmine Yale at the door, his thin lips pressed tightly, deep and reconciled emotions in his eyes, his face slightly dim.

They were so close, close enough to hear each other’s tangled breaths.

The doorway was silent, but the cries of Little Clementine from the suite were very loud.