Fated love: the unwanted bride - Chapter 597
Chapter 597: Chapter 597: You Deserve All of These!
There was a sorrow in her curved eyebrows.
“Yolanda, have you dealt with grandfather’s inheritance? Has it been notarized? I worry about the uncertainty of the night.” Chris Fern held her hand.
His gaze was gentle, in stark contrast to the stern expression he had earlier.
His childlike side always showed in front of Yolanda.
“It’s done, I have taken all of grandfather’s inheritance, it wasn’t difficult,” Yolanda spoke with indifference.
Indeed, it was not difficult.
Spencer Childe left a will before his death, stating that everything he owned would become Yolanda’s.
No one could covet it!
The will held legal power.
Therefore, she easily got all of Spencer Childe’s possessions.
This included Spencer Childe’s company, money, antique calligraphy and paintings… even his subordinates will now obey her orders!
A smile appeared on the corners of Yolanda’s lips.
She withdrew her hand, brushing away the stray hair from her ear.
Her face still wearing a gentle expression.
Even her speech remained soft and low.
“Yolanda, this is rightfully yours!” Chris clenched his fists.
There was a deep concealment in his eyes!
Yolanda deserved all this! And these things weren’t enough to compensate for the pain she had previously endured!
Chris watched Yolanda with tenderness.
He was an orphan, the person he cared for the most in this world was her.
“Chris, thank you for helping me. I wouldn’t have gotten these without you,” Yolanda spoke softly.
“Yolanda, do we need to thank each other? You’re too polite to me,” Chris grumbled slightly.
Upon hearing his childlike words, Yolanda chuckled.
The light shone on her fair skin, making her appear even more graceful and elegant.
Dressed in a white coat.
She looked like a narcissus flower.
“Yolanda, how do you plan to deal with Sylvan Cheney’s things?”
“We’ll do as we planned before. Mr. Cheney’s corporation is more substantial than my grandfather’s. If I can’t secure it… there is no such possibility,” Yolanda’s expression was indifferent.
Chris nodded.
His eyes held an endless depth.
“Chris, are you okay? Maybe we should head back; it’s getting late.”
Chris stood up, his coat draped over his arm.
The tall figure walked beside Yolanda, protecting her every step.
He thought, even if she showed no interest in him, he would follow her anyway.
For better or for worse.
Whether to become a Buddha or a demon, he’d follow her to the end.
“Yolanda, what do you think about Jasmine Yale? Do you think she is after Sylvan Cheney’s inheritance, trying to use Chale Cheney?” Chris asked.
“What does she count for.”
“Right, she’s but a dog, now living off Joe Heath.”
“I really want to know now who Chale Cheney’s biological mother exactly is,” Yolanda frowned.
“Yolanda, why are you curious about this? Even if she is alive, she can’t cause us any trouble.”
“Just curiosity, wondering what kind of woman would catch Sylvan Cheney’s eye,” Yolanda smiled.
She had once been infatuated with Sylvan Cheney in her youth.
She wrote many love letters, sent many gifts, made numerous calls, crossed thousands of mountains and rivers.
However, Sylvan remained stoic and rejected her.
Later, she lost even the heart to love him.
When did she stop liking him? It seemed like her feelings faded a long time ago, yet there was still some lingering sentiment.
That man was heartless.
Now he was dead, and there weren’t any major upheavals in her heart. It seemed like she hadn’t even shed a tear.
She didn’t want Sylvan or his heart.
