Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 274: Some Debts, It’s Time to Collect

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As soon as they entered Susan Rangoon’s lounge, a servant came over.

“Miss Rangoon, you’re too kind, I’m really fine.” Jasmine Yale said.

“Berkson, please take care of Miss Yale. I’ll go and greet the guests in the banquet hall.” Susan Rangoon looked at the standing man.

“Yes, Miss.”

Susan Rangoon talked a bit more with Jasmine before leaving.

“Um… Sir, I’m really alright, thank you and your mistress.” Jasmine Yale said somewhat awkwardly.

“You’re welcome.” The man said stoically, “You can call me Berkson.”

Jasmine Yale looked at him, for some reason, her heart skipped a beat.

“Alright… You’re Miss Rangoon’s personal bodyguard?”

“Yes.”

Jasmine Yale wasn’t sure if it was an illusion but she felt that the way he looked at Susan Rangoon was different.

There was a hint of deep affection and protectiveness within that difference.

“You should get back to work, and I should be heading back to the office.” Jasmine Yale said, “I’m really grateful for today, if it weren’t for you, I would have been dead.”

“You’re welcome.”

The man continued to stand with his stoic face, hands hanging loosely. He kept his words to a minimum.

“Nobody can stop such a woman when she gets crazy.” Jasmine Yale said, “Will you be dealing with her?”

“Don’t worry, Miss Yale.”

“That’s good. You’re very loyal to your mistress.” Jasmine Yale commented on purpose.

She looked at him, his face remained expressionless.

After a while, he said flatly, “It’s my duty.”

Jasmine Yale stared at her reflection in the mirror, a clear finger mark on her neck leaving a dark purple bruise.

Old enemies often cross each other’s path.

Fifteen years later, and she was still entangled with this mother and daughter.

Some debts need to be collected.

Suddenly—

The door to the lounge was kicked open!

Sylvan Cheney walked in with a stern face, his eyes met directly with Jasmine Yale’s.

Berkson looked shocked and quickly went over, taking action!

Sylvan Cheney blocked his arm without missing a beat.

The two men instantly began to fight.

“Stop, stop, Berkson, he’s my… friend.” Jasmine Yale quickly jumped into the conversation.

Berkson stopped at Jasmine’s intervention and said apologetically, “I’m sorry.”

Sylvan Cheney glared at him coldly, his gaze sharp as a knife.

“Sorry? We’ll settle this score slowly!”

Saying this, he walked up to Jasmine Yale and pulled her into his chest.

His deep and restrained eyes revealed a hint of confusion, his gaze slightly tense.

“Where are you hurt?” He asked, looking down at her.

Jasmine Yale pulled away his hand, “You hear news fast. Now let go of me. This is their territory.”

Berkson coughed lightly and turned his head away.

Sylvan Cheney lifted her chin, his face darkened when he saw the finger marks.

“Who did this?”

He gently brushed the mark with his thumb.

Jasmine Yale winced at the touch, “Don’t touch it, it still hurts.”

“Who did this?” Sylvan Cheney’s eyes flashed with anger.

“A mad dog.”

Sylvan Cheney’s eyes were filled half with indignation and half with pain as if his heart had been clawed at.

The finger marks were deep.

Sylvan Cheney walked up to Berkson, lunging forward and grabbing his shirt collar tightly!

His face was grim, as dark as the sky before a storm.

“Is this the hospitality of the Rangoon Family?” his voice grave and frosty, filled with an annihilating chill.

“I’m sorry.” Berkson replied, slightly bowing his head.

Jasmine Yale quickly pulled on Sylvan Cheney’s arm, “Don’t bother with Berkson, if it weren’t for him, I would have been strangled to death today.” “Berkson?” Sylvan Cheney eyed Jasmine Yale curiously.

“Yes… He is Berkson, Miss Rangoon’s bodyguard..”

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