Chapter 338: Do You Know She’s In Trouble?


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    Joe Heath also stopped in his tracks, looking at her in the dark.


    “Is there anything you can’t let go of in this country?” he asked.


    Jasmine Yale fell silent for a few seconds, then shook her head.


    “No, I’m an orphan.”


    “Yeah, better than having to deal with the mess back home, right? Your step-mother and sister are no walk in the park,” Joe Heath persuaded, “Go abroad, 1¹11 pave the way for you, you just work hard. Since it’ s my group, pick whatever position you like.”


    Something stirred in Jasmine Yale’s heart.


    If there was anything she couldn’t let go of back home, it might be Little Chale…


    But he was Sylvan Cheney’s son, she should consider it carefully.


    “Think about it, I’ll give you time, but don’t make me wait too long,” said Joe Heath. “If you go to Sinkapore, I’ll go too.”


    Jasmine Yale hesitated and didn’t speak.


    “Don’t worry, I won’t deceive you,” Joe Heath reached out and patted her head.


    “Go up and get some sleep.”


    He stood at the entrance to the stairwell.


    Jasmine Yale nodded: “Yeah, goodnight.”


    At that moment, her mind was in turmoil.


    She had lived in Landon for fifteen years, and it had long be her hometown.


    Leave?


    She was having trouble digesting it.


    Jasmine Yale dragged her heavy feet and went upstairs. At the door, she stopped.


    Joe Heath watched as she went up the stairs until she had entered her home, then left.


    Jasmine Yale had a bit of a drink that night and her head was dizzy.


    After taking a bath, she sat on the bed, lost in thought.


    Thinking about it now, there wasn’t much about her fifteen years in Landon that she was particrly attached to.


    She took out the ne Joe Heath had given her.


    Under the light, the ne shone with a faint green light, fresh, bright, and verdant.


    It was cool to the touch in her palm.


    This was the most valuable gift she had ever received.


    Her fair fingers gently stroked the emerald on the ne. It was beautiful.


    So beautiful, one couldn’t take their eyes off it.


    After a long time, she put the ne away.


    She automatically checked her phone and saw that Cheney Residence had called her multiple times.


    With a hardhearted decision, Jasmine Yale turned off her phone and didn’t respond.


    She turned off the lights, her mind still reying the events of the evening.


    Joe Heath said: Jasmine, will you be my girlfriend? Look at me, I seem alright, don’t I?


    Should she feel fortunate that there are still people who treat her well?


    Her heart in knots, Jasmine Yale closed her eyes.


    In the middle of the night, she fell asleep in a daze.


    Moonlight sprinkled on the curtain, casting a faint halo.


    The deep silence of the night.


    The next morning, when Jasmine Yale woke up, it was already past nine.


    When she turned on her phone, she was rmed by the inundation of calls.


    All were from the same unfamiliar number!


    Jasmine Yale quickly dialed the number back: “Hello, you…”


    “Jasmine Yale! Still consider yourself Peyenne’s friend? She’s in trouble, have you heard?!”


    A voice cold and irate, like the low roar of a lion.


    Jasmine Yale’s heart skipped a beat.


    Her mind went nk.


    The voice, it was Lincoln Lamar.


    “What did you say?” Jasmine Yale’s hands were shaking, her voice trembling, “Didn’t she go to Swatzend?”


    “Haven’t you cared about her once? Why didn’t she tell me she was going to Swatzend? You just let her go alone?”


    Lincoln Lamar’s voice almost roared out!


    Abrupt, brutal.


    His voice was far from calm.


    “What happened to Peyenne? Tell me, tell me!” Jasmine Yale implored.


    She truly didn’t know.


    What happened? What exactly happened?


    Wasn’t she just going on a trip? How could something have happened?


    “She went missing not long after she got off the ne, and she hasn’t been found yet!”