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Chapter 688: Have to Teach Her Again
Chapter 688: Have to Teach Her Again
Chapter 688: Chapter 688: Have to Teach Her Again
“Fool.” Yolanda Fern reaches out, patting him on the head once, then laughs.
“My team should be in T City by now, I’ll make a phone call later to check on the landslide situation,” Chris Fern said lightly.
“Chris, I trust you.”
Her Chris, the person she trusted the most.
“Yolanda, when we go back this time, do we bring Lana along? She’s alone in Landon, quite pitiful,” Chris asked.
“Once we’re settled, we’ll come back for her. For now, she’s doing well, acting as an agent alongside Brianna Belle, doing quite well. If she’s willing to return to Lonton, we can be together as a family. If not, so be it.”
“Lana is a firecracker, I’m afraid she’s being taken advantage of in Landon. Don’t forget, both Jasmine Yale and Joe Heath protect her, I worry they will take advantage of Lana,”
Chris Fern’s brow furrowed, a look of concern deep in his eyes.
He doesn’t have any relatives, only Yolanda and Lana.
Being a man, it’s only natural he has to protect them.
Lana is now involved in the entertainment industry, and Joe Heath being the dominator of Landon’s entertainment scene, Lana might fall victim.
“That Jasmine Yale is too arrogant, we taught her a lesson three years ago but that wasn’t enough, we need to teach her another one,” Yolanda said lightly.
Her soft hair draping over Chris Fern’s shoulder.
As black as ink, it accentuated her red lips, white teeth.
But her words were ruthless and cold.
“Yeah, she should be taught a lesson, ungrateful. And she still expects to stay by Sylvan Cheney’s side, unaware that he’s barely surviving himself, now raising another child for someone else,” Fern scornfully curled his lips.
Foolish woman.
“She also bullied Lana before,” Yolanda said softly, her voice light, “There’s no need to kill a woman like Jasmine Yale, maybe suffering a bit would be best”.
“Agreed”.
Yolanda’s finger twirling her hair strands, her gaze light and distant.
Beneath her delicately arched brows, a hidden ruthlessness.
Her eyes are devoid of signs of hardship, yet inside them exists a fragmented past, like duckweed, afloat yet adrift.
At that moment, the doorbell rang in the living room.
“Come in.” Yolanda sits up from Chris’s embrace.
On the couch, she grabbed a pillow to hug, lounging lazily.
Chris then casually peeled an orange and handed it to her.
“Miss Fern, Mr. Fern,” Tomer walked over, “It’s so late, you need me for something?”
“Tomer, Chris and I will be returning to Lonton in a few days. Can you help us pack?” Yolanda grinned.
“So soon? Don’t want to stay in Landon for a few more days?” Tomer attempts to persuade them to stay.
“No, Yolanda can’t stay here too long, it’s too dry here, not very good for her respiratory system,” Chris’s face remained calm.
“Fine, fine, Miss Fern please take care of your health, I’ll visit you in Lonton when I have time.”
“Thanks, Tomer.”
“Miss Fern, I heard Mr. Cheney is back, is it true or not?”
“Yes, it’s true. A few days ago, we went to visit my grandfather’s grave together, but then he went to T City for some treatment. His condition isn’t very good…”
“What happened? I haven’t seen him, is he doing badly?” Tomer asked nervously.
A while back, I heard that Sylvan Cheney died in an accident, and I was distressed for quite a while.
Overnight, my hair turned considerably greyer.”
Only recently I heard that Sylvan Cheney is back, was I able to breathe easy.”
But since I haven’t seen Mr. Cheney, I have no clue how Sylvan is really doing.
However, being alive is good enough.
“He survived the car accident. It’s really a blessing from heaven. But he is severely handicapped now, it’s not so good,” Yolanda calmly said, a tinge of sorrow in her voice.