His Precious Love

Chapter 167 Something That Can Make You Happy

At Norwal City Airport, Jasmine looked stylish and appealing in a white windbreaker, which accentuated her slim figure. After speaking on the phone with her son, she smiled softly as she walked out of the arrival hall with her luggage.

She was confident that her son would like the present she had brought back this time.

As Jasmine was making her way out of the crowded airport terminal, she heard someone calling her name.

“Jasmine Sanders?”

Subconsciously, Jasmine turned her head around and saw an elegant lady with a purple handbag. Countless memories from the past raced through her mind, causing her to grip her luggage handle tightly.

She stood still and nodded politely. “It’s been a long time, Mrs. Xavier.”

“At first I thought it was someone who looked like you, but it’s really you.” Despite Emma Mabins’ sophisticated appearance, her words were harsh. She acted all high and mighty as she walked up to Jasmine, scrutinizing the latter from head to toe.

After sizing Jasmine up, Emma sneered and uttered, “It’s only been four years. I never imagined you would succeed in getting the Sanders family to acknowledge you and even get engaged to Mr. Faymon.”

Suppressing the emotions in her heart, Jasmine kept her composure and replied with a smile, “I have to thank you, Mrs. Xavier. I couldn’t have done as well if it weren’t for the ten million you gave me.”

“That’s all you’re worth.” Emma smiled gracefully, her eyes filled with contempt. “No matter how capable you are, you’re still an illegitimate daughter, filthy and despicable.”

“You’re right. I’m filthy, despicable, and an eyesore in your eyes.” As Jasmine spoke, she approached Emma and grinned slightly. “I’ll have to fall to my knees and thank God if you even think highly of me. However, please keep in mind that the tables could turn at any time. Trust me. You’ll come begging and apologizing to me one day!”

After saying that domineeringly, she whipped around and left.

Consequently, Emma’s face flushed with rage.

It’s only been four years. Where did this woman gain the confidence to talk back to me?

“Has Theodore returned?” she asked her assistant, who was standing next to her.

“After returning home once, Mr. Theodore left for Norham again. There seems to be an urgent matter to take care of there,” the assistant replied.

come back as soon as possible,” instructed Emma. “Also, get in touch with General Lane’s friends. Invite them to dinner at

“Understood.”

and they spent a considerable amount of time outside before returning to the mansion

so absorbed in her thoughts that she accidentally cut her finger. When she came to her senses due to the pain, she discovered that the cutting board was stained

entered the kitchen in his wheelchair. Seeing that Rayna was still in a daze after cutting her finger, he immediately pulled her

movements were delicate

head, Rayna abruptly asked, “Mr.

“Go ahead.”

friends. Friend A and Friend B are good friends, but Friend A’s girlfriend realized she was pregnant and gave birth

“What a b*tch.”

something like that. No, she isn’t a b*tch. She has her reasons. Friend A is aware of that and still has feelings for her,

never be friends again.” After a brief pause,

Rayna was stunned.

Does he really need to be

fixed his gaze on Rayna and uttered, “Rayna,

I wasn’t sure what to say when he asked me what he should do, so I wanted to seek your advice,” Rayna quickly

know how men get along with each other.” Having said that, Curtis pondered for a while and remarked, “Oh,

a fit of rage, Rayna

you discriminate against homosexuals? My brother is perfectly fine as he is. He’s free to like whoever he

Curtis resignedly. At the

did you look at my

“Are you pregnant?”

was bereft

stormed

and now here comes another. I’m amazed that I’m

beef back in the refrigerator and made tofu stew, deep-fried spinach, and

cooking, she served everything to the

help but ask, “Didn’t you

food? Other chefs only prepare two meals per day and are paid thirty to forty thousand per month. I’m not even