Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 80: Her Child is Still Alive

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Jasmine Yale was here to accompany her new boss, Sister Penny’s daughter on her first day of school. It was her first time visiting a kindergarten.

She heard that this kindergarten was a prestigious one, only the rich and noble families sent their children here.

Upon her arrival, she saw many limited-edition luxury cars parked outside.

Compared to these, she actually prefers looking at children.

The sunlight was somewhat dazzling.

She thought, if her child was still alive, he would be in kindergarten by now.

If he was still alive, could she have been one of the mothers taking their children to school today?

Her little rascal would certainly be well-behaved, hopping around hand in hand with her.

For a moment, Jasmine Yale was a little dazed.

She felt an uncomfortable lump in her throat.

Not daring to stay at the kindergarten any longer, Jasmine turned around and left.

When Chale Cheney ran after her, Jasmine had already left!

Whimper…

He looked around with his wide eyes, who had been next to him just now, then disappeared in a blink of an eye.

“Sister, whimper, beautiful sister…” Chale Cheney rubbed his big eyes.

He looked around, looked around again.

But she was nowhere to be found.

Why was everyone ignoring him…

Was he not cute? Was he not obedient? Why was everyone ignoring him.

Chale Cheney looked everywhere, ready to run after her with his short legs.

But, his arm was held back.

“Little friend, are you in Grade 1? You can’t run around, it’s time for roll call,” the female teacher looked at Chale Cheney with a smile.

Chale Cheney had no choice but to stand on his toes a few more times to try and spot her.

But, he saw nothing.

He felt disappointed and dejected.

Jasmine Yale had driven Sister Penny’s car. After dropping off Smallie, she returned to the office.

Seeing so many children, she felt an uncomfortable lump in her throat.

She decided not to visit kindergarten anymore.

Soon, she drove to the office.

“Sister Penny, I’ve taken Smallie to the kindergarten. She was very good and didn’t cry.” Jasmine Yale smiled.

Her new boss, Sister Penny, was much friendlier and approachable than Sister May.

Sister Penny was sorting some documents. She pushed up her glasses and smiled, “Jasmine, thank you. You’re back just in time. I have a meeting later, so you can go and do an interview.”

“An interview? Where? A celebrity?”

“Yes, Beauty Belle, Brianna Belle.” Sister Penny said, “She has been back in the country for a while, and she is having a press conference today. You should prepare well and try to get some exclusive content. I have high hopes for you.”

“Okay.” Jasmine Yale accepted the task.

This kind of important interview would not normally be assigned to a newcomer like her.

Sister Penny really valued her.

She also needed this kind of interview to improve herself.

Sister Penny left, and Jasmine Yale changed to a new outfit in the dressing room.

However, going to interview Brianna Belle inevitably meant running into Lana Fern.

But, she didn’t owe Lana anything. She wouldn’t be afraid of her. Besides, Lana still owed her an apology.

After packing her things, Jasmine Yale left for the venue with another reporter.

The press conference of Beauty Belle was indeed grand, held in a high-end hotel banquet hall.

The reporters had already surrounded the hotel!

The fans were kept outside, holding signs: “Welcome home, Belle.”

“Belle, we love you.”

“Beauty Belle, you’re the best.”

The crowd outside the hotel was bustling and lively.

Jasmine Yale carried the equipment and squeezed into the hotel with her companion.

After waiting for ten minutes, there were more and more people, but Brianna Belle had not yet appeared.

After waiting for fifteen minutes, Jasmine Yale saw Lana Fern.

Lana Fern looked very beautiful today, wearing a deep purple tube top dress, with a graceful and elegant manner.

If Jasmine Yale hadn’t met Lana Fern earlier, she would never associate this woman before her with the sharp, harsh Lana Fern!