Fated love: the unwanted bride - Chapter 459

Chapter 459: Chapter 459: Sylvan Cheney and Yolanda Fern get married

Jasmine Yale had no choice but to click on it!

Moreover, she was all too familiar with the name of the protagonist: Lana Fern!

Jasmine held no good feelings towards Lana Fern. Now that Sylvan Cheney said the issue with her baby had nothing to do with him, it must be Lana who was causing the trouble.

When she clicked open, she realized it was a piece of gossip news—

Noted young actress Brianna Belle’s agent, Lana Fern, was caught on camera in a hotel with an infamous, surnamed Y, scriptwriter!

Caught in a hotel room? On hidden camera?

Jasmine read more closely and found it was not just that; the scriptwriter was married.

Meaning to say, Lana Fern was the mistress?

The news was interspersed with several candid photos—

The faces of the lead characters were all pixelated, but Jasmine still recognized Lana Fern.

Jasmine didn’t feel anything in particular. Lana Fern was always arrogant, and it was just a matter of time for her to taste her own medicine.

She was caught on camera in a hotel room last night. Was it because her sister got engaged to her love interest and she got upset, leading to a night of heavy drinking?

Jasmine couldn’t guess, and she didn’t want to.

No matter how big a scene Lana Fern made, with Sylvan Cheney there, it would be squashed quickly.

Jasmine closed the webpage.

She tried calling Joe Heath a few times, but without exception, nobody picked up.

Sylvan Cheney was indeed capable. Truly.

Jasmine was impressed.

…

Cheney Group.

At half past ten in the morning, Sylvan Cheney finished a shareholders’ meeting.

After everyone left, only Sylvan Cheney and Charles McIntosh remained in the vast conference room.

Sylvan Cheney leaned back lazily in his chair, his gaze deep as if mulling over something.

Charles McIntosh organized some files and handed them to Sylvan Cheney.

“Sir, please take a look.”

“Put it down.”

“Alright.” Charles McIntosh put a stack of files in front of Sylvan Cheney, “Sir, after all these years, we finally got this piece of land.”

This parcel of land that Spencer Childe held onto for many years.

Its price skyrocketing, every inch worth its weight in gold.

Today, it finally belonged to Mr. Cheney.

Sylvan Cheney returned to Landon this year, initially planning to take aggressive measures to get back this land.

Unexpectedly, Spencer Childe eventually let go.

Years ago, Spencer Childe proposed two conditions: First, Sylvan Cheney and Yolanda Fern get married; second, Sylvan Cheney has offspring.

Only by meeting these two conditions would Spencer Childe hand over this land estimated to be worth over hundreds of billions with ease.

This piece of land would secure Sylvan Cheney’s foundation in Landon.

But, Sylvan Cheney had no plans to be controlled by Spencer Childe.

Even though there were unforeseen circumstances later, and by some twist of fate, Spencer Childe still gave the land to Sylvan Cheney.

Although Chale Cheney was an illegitimate child and Sylvan Cheney and Yolanda Fern were merely engaged… Spencer Childe didn’t plan on giving Sylvan Cheney a hard time anymore.

After all, he was his own great-grandson.

“For this land, according to our previous planning, we will transform it into an airport. From now on, keep a close eye on it,” Sylvan Cheney stated indifferently.

“Sir, are you afraid the old man will change his mind?”

“Go handle the change of procedures first thing tomorrow, so there won’t be any delay.”

“Right, it should be done as soon as possible, in case the old man regrets it.”

Charles McIntosh was in agreement as well.

There was nothing wrong with the old man, except he didn’t allow for Yolanda to be wronged whatsoever.

He doted on Yolanda as if she were his own granddaughter.

Sylvan Cheney’s abrupt dismissal of the engagement party probably hasn’t reached Spencer Childe yet…

If it had, a storm of blood and violence surely would’ve come.

“If either of you leak a word about Chale’s situation, choose your way to die.” Sylvan Cheney, with a stern face, stood up.

“Yes.” Charles McIntosh bowed his head, hands at his sides.

He didn’t dare to say a single “no”.