Chapter 1465: Chapter 1465: Mine Explosion Incident
The next day in Landon, the rain had stopped.
As a result of the rain, the temperature was very low, leaving everywhere feeling damp.
Cheney Residence.
After Sylvan Cheney left, Jasmine Yale slowly got out of bed and went downstairs.
She picked out a sapphire blue sweater to wear and sat on the sofa with her breakfast.
There was no Sylvan at home, so she was very casual; no one would mind her.
She ate her breakfast while turning on the television to watch the morning news.
Munching on a sandwich and hugging a fluffy teddy bear, Jasmine was the picture of indolence.
“Miss Yale, your chocolate milk tea,” Butler Santana said, bringing over a mug steaming with tea.
Jasmine laughed, “Don’t tell him I’m drinking milk tea.”
“Okay, I won’t say anything,” Butler Santana replied with a smile.
Jasmine took the milk tea.
If Sylvan was home, he would never allow her to drink such high-calorie, nutrition-less beverages.
Jasmine didn’t want to drink milk; what she wanted was a hot cup of chocolate milk tea.
Butler Santana had added coconut jelly and red beans to it, making for a very pleasant taste.
Jasmine was happy, perhaps due to the lack of pressure, she seemed to be in good spirits.
“Miss Yale, are you not returning to Cakago?”
“Yeah, I’m not going back unless he kicks me out.”
“He wouldn’t do that; Mr. Cheney is too fond of you.”
“As if,” Jasmine softly argued to herself. How could he be fond of her? He had tried to drive her away several times, it was just these days she had been taking her medication, which is why he hadn’t continued to push her away.
The living room was filled with the rich aroma of chocolate, permeating every molecule.
With each sip, there was warmth in her heart.
After finishing her sandwich, Jasmine held the mug with both hands, listlessly watching television.
“Next, let’s look at some international news. According to our correspondent’s report, at exactly 2 AM South Afrika time, a mining explosion occurred in Yuhannesburg, the largest city in South Afrika. There were no survivors. Our correspondent is rushing to the scene for a detailed understanding.”
“The famous tourist destination, the Maldoves, has recently developed…”
Jasmine’s hands froze, and her heart suddenly skipped a beat.
She stared at the TV screen, a deep light gleaming in her eyes.
Her hands clutched the mug tightly, the strange feeling enveloping her whole body.
It felt like a misconception, yet this feeling was distinctly clear.
The series of international news were all quite brief; this kind of international news rarely attracted attention, but Jasmine felt something was off.
Yuhannesburg? A mine? An explosion?
No survivors.
She had to admit, upon hearing the news, an image of a man flashed through her mind suddenly.
Yes, it was Zaiden Santos.
It had been a long time since she saw Zaiden Santos, and they didn’t have much interaction.
The only impression was perhaps that he was a refined and dignified man, Zaiden Santos, in the eyes of others, indeed possessed a gentleman’s demeanor and culture.
To her, Zaiden Santos was not a stranger.
A moment later, Jasmine shook her head. She was too idle, thinking too much. How could there be so many coincidences in the world?
Despite this, Jasmine couldn’t help but give Ann Nolan a phone call.
It was just around seven to eight in the evening in Old York, at this time, Ann should be off work and have had dinner.
But when Jasmine made the call, there was no answer.
No answer?
Jasmine put down her chocolate milk tea and dialed again.
This time, the call was connected.
“Jasmine? Sorry about that, I just went to feed Little Candy, and I left my phone on the table, the little one is quite a handful right now.”