Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 898 - Twenty Years Later A Miracle Happened

Chapter 898: Chapter 898: Twenty Years Later, A Miracle Happened

Chapter 898 -898: Twenty Years Later, A Miracle Happened

It was raining outside the bar, the colored lights blurred within the rainwaters, forming a faint halo.

Halfway through her drinks, Jasmine Yale was completely drunk.

Whenever Ann Nolan mentioned Zaiden Santos, Jasmine would curse him on her behalf.

It wasn’t enough to just curse him in the bar; she even snatched Ann’s phone away.

Ann was also half-drunk, her cheeks flushed red, her head aching dully.

Jasmine dialed Zaiden Santos’s number, “Zaiden Santos, you bastard, why don’t you treat Ann better? What’s wrong with Ann? If I were a man, I would marry her.”

Zaiden had been at home all day, hadn’t gone anywhere, and had just finished a shower and was sitting downstairs.

And then he received this call.

“You went out drinking with her?” Zaiden said coldly.

“Won’t you admit you’re a bastard? Huh?” Jasmine’s courage was surging.

“Which bar are you at?” Zaiden suppressed his anger.

No wonder it was already ten and they hadn’t returned. They’d gone out drinking; quite bold.

He hadn’t seen Ann Nolan go to a bar since they were married. He thought she wouldn’t go to such places, clearly, he had underestimated her.

“It’s none of your business which bar we’re at, just tell me, are you being fair to Ann? A girl moves all the way to Landon just to meet a bastard like you, do you think you deserve her…”

“Zaiden Santos, you’re a literal tortoise-bastard, what gives you the right to bully Ann, what right…”

“Jasmine…” Ann Nolan, with a headache, snatched the phone and hung up.

“Let me speak…” Jasmine, drunk and supporting her forehead, hadn’t finished speaking yet.

She had only said half of what she wanted.

Zaiden realized the situation was serious; both women were drunk.

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Otherwise, with Ann’s temperament, she definitely wouldn’t have confronted him like this.

His deep, dark eyes revealed a cold and distant light, the glow in his eyes cooling bit by bit.

Fine, very bold.

Zaiden immediately called his contacts to carry out a thorough search of the bars in Landon.

Zaiden Santos had a very strong network in Landon; usually, a phone call would result in a response within ten minutes.

Sure enough, a bar owner quickly called him back.

Zaiden changed out of his pajamas, picked a casual white shirt, put on a coat, and stepped out.

It was still raining lightly outside.

The cold rain hit the car windows, splattering droplets of water.

These drops slid down the glass, converging into lines; the windshield wipers kept moving.

The wind wasn’t strong, but due to the rain, the temperature had dropped, making it especially cold.

With his stomach still full of anger, he stepped on the accelerator and drove direct to the bar.

As soon as he entered, he saw Ann Nolan and Jasmine Yale sitting side by side on the couch, smiling and looking at two young men on the opposite couch.

In the corner.

Jasmine held her chin with both hands, Ann supported her forehead.

Both of their faces bore a drunken flush, admiringly watching the lively young man in front of them.

“I’ll tell you a story that a friend told me while I was crossing the desert,” the young man spoke with focus.

Jasmine nodded repeatedly, “Tell it, tell it.”

“There was a village with a temple next to it. In the village, there was a beautiful girl named Fantasia. One day, Fantasia got pregnant before marriage. The villagers were furious, they captured her and beat her, threatening to drown her in a pig cage, demanding to know who the child’s father was. Fantasia said it was the monk from the temple. The villagers captured the monk for interrogation, the monk admitted it, and the villagers beat him to death. But then, twenty years later, a miracle happened…”

“Ah, what kind of miracle?” Jasmine blinked curiously.