Fated love: the unwanted bride

There was no reply from the other side of the phone.

Joe Heath was puzzled and quickly rephrased, “Bro, what kind of relationship do we have? We’ve been playing together since we were kids. Likewise, I know you regard Jasmine as your sister. I assure you I will never let her down. You can trust me on this.”

Joe Heath was sweet-talking, yet there was no sound on the other side.

Initially, he thought Sylvan Cheney had hung up the phone.

But no, he hadn’t.

“Hello, bro, are you still…uh…”

BOOM—

A massive noise!

Joe Heath’s face drastically changed. He slammed on the brakes, tightly gripped the steering wheel, turned it with all his might!

In a split second, he successfully regained control of his Porsche!

The tires screeched against the road surface, causing a harsh sound!

Not until he had the car under control, he let out a sigh of relief!

Lucky his driving skill was extraordinarily good and the car performed well, else the situation could have been disastrous!

His car was rear-ended.

“Damn!” he cursed under his breath.

He opened the door, ready to step out—

From behind, a black Rolls-Royce drove up and parked next to Joe Heath’s Porsche.

The window slowly rolled down to reveal Sylvan Cheney’s cold and gloomy face.

His jawline was tense and his eyes were icy-cold.

A dreadful feeling brewed in Joe Heath’s heart.

Sylvan Cheney?

He felt the huge impact wasn’t like a typical rear-end collision, it nearly took his life!

Only his big bro, Cheney, would do something like this!

Joe Heath calmed himself and rolled down his window.

“Bro, what a coincidence…”

“Next time won’t be so simple, Joe Heath.” A deep warning followed.

It seemed as if the air was filled with a scent of blood and gunpowder.

Sylvan Cheney’s hand rested on the steering wheel, his actions were calm, but there was an air of chilling severity.

Joe Heath’s heart pounded a few times faster.

Sylvan Cheney…he was actually being lenient.

Truly ruthless.

Joe Heath composed himself, smiling as he looked out of the window, “Bro, cool down.”

Saying this, he threw a cigarette to Sylvan Cheney through the window.

The cigarette arched in the air, landing right next to Sylvan Cheney.

Seizing this opportunity, Joe Heath got out of his car and flattered Sylvan Cheney by opening the passenger side door of his Rolls-Royce.

“Big bro…”

“Get lost.”

“Big…”

Sylvan Cheney turned his head, shot him a cold glare.

“Alright, alright.”

Joe Heath had no choice but to jump down from the car before the seat even got warm, leaning against the car window.

He grinned innocently as if nothing had just happened.

“Bro, let’s not get angry. Actually, Jasmine also told me that you’ve taken care of her for twelve years. She’s eternally grateful for it.” Joe Heath spoke nonchalantly, “We have discussed that after our engagement, we will be grateful.”

“Engagement?” The look in Sylvan Cheney’s eyes became colder, “You have already discussed this far?”

“Hehe, we just discussed it casually when having nothing else to do. You know to plan things ahead of time.”

“Joe Heath, trying to steal my girl behind my back, is that fun?”

Sylvan Cheney’s face was extremely dark, his gaze as sharp as a hawk’s.

His tone was cold as ice.

Joe Heath lit up a cigarette and said, “Bro, it’s a different era now. The most important thing is mutual affection. She loves me, and I love her. Why don’t you help us? She always regards you as a brother…”

“Joe Heath, have I been too good to you?”

There was a murderous chill in Sylvan Cheney’s eyes.

Even if Joe Heath maintained a calm exterior, his heart thumped twice in his chest..