Let's Get Married Chapter 643: It’s Him

Jasmine immediately stiffens because she notices that there is actually a man behind her...

The moment she realizes that, she curls herself up near the car door and turns around nervously to
look at the sound source. However, she's frozen when she sees the man.

This man...

Seeing the uncertainty in her eyes, Pehry raises his sharp eyebrows slightly. Compared to her
nervousness, he is especially relaxed. "Remember me?"

It's not that Jasmine has a good memory, but it is too hard for her to forget that he blew on her face that
day.

"You, it's you?"

She whispers, in a shaky voice with fear. Unfortunately, Pehry doesn't have the mood to show mercy.
He shakes his head and snorts, "It's me."

"You… Why did you kidnap me?" Jasmine stares at him and asked him warily.

Pehry only sneers at her question. His peach-shaped eyes are like icy lakes in the cold winter, with ice
flying out with no warmth.

"Why am I looking for you? Don't you know?" Pehry asks in a menacing voice.

Jasmine is even more puzzled, her face turning pale with fear. "I don't know. You... How do you know
my name?"

"Not only do I know your name, I also know where you live and you study at an art college. And...
"Pehry purposely pauses for a moment. His thin lips curl up without smiling. He slowly glances over her



and says, "I also know about your bust, waist, and hip measurements."

"..."

It takes Jasmine, a girl who has never been in love before, almost a minute to understand the
implication of his words.

Her big eyes widen but with no deterrence, and her ears turn red. "You ... you!"

Pehry's gaze on her angry and frightened face is as sharp as a knife. Her face looks so young that one
cannot tell she is twenty years old. Not to mention the flaws, there are not even pores. When the light
falls on it, one can even see a thin layer of fluff. Her mouth is so small. Her eyes are so big. And her
nose is small but straight, which unconsciously twitches with emotions.

It is this seemingly harmless girl who reports him to the Police Station.

Pehry withdraws his gaze and smiles quietly. Is it a coincidence? Or is it deliberately arranged? He has
no answer, but he will know it soon.

Jasmine looks at the silent man sitting beside her. He is wearing a dark red suit, which is not absurd
and strange at all, but makes him look exceptionally coquettish.

Yes, as a man, he seems to be coquettish, romantic and dissolute. And all those good or bad words
can be used to describe him.

However, Jasmine also clearly feels that this man is definitely not kind.

He says nothing, making the air in the car freeze. It is as if thousands of tons of things are pressing
down on her, causing her to be unable to breathe.



Jasmine doesn't know where they are going. She sits quietly and slowly puts her right hand into her
pocket to get the phone inside.

Her fingertips just touch it when she hears the man's cold voice, "Get your hand out."

Jasmine immediately feels suffocated as if her acupuncture point has been hit.

"If you think calling the police is useful, you can do it. However, I don't know whether I will be even
angrier or not after that."

"..."

He doesn't speak loudly, and even his tone is normal. However, Jasmine still trembles with fear.

He really doesn't seem to care about her calling the police at all. What kind of background does he
have? He isn't even afraid of the police. Could it be a gangster?

Jasmine's hand touching the phone is wet with sweat. She really dares not to act rashly anymore.

The car drives into an underground garage and finally stops in a parking space. The driver pulls the
door open for Pehry. Jasmine is not even restricted, but she knows clearly that she cannot escape.

Pehry walks towards the elevator, but Jasmine doesn't move. The black-clothed man behind her
pushes her shoulders fiercely and says, "Hurry up!"

Jasmine has no choice but to follow Pehry into the elevator.

They stop on the third floor and then the elevator door opens. They step on the high-grade carpet. The
bronzed wallpaper reveals a luxurious aura. On both sides of the corridor are dim and ambiguous
yellow lights.

Although Jasmine is scared, she hasn't lost her mind completely. She observes everything here.



A few steps later, they stop in front of a private room. Someone pushes the door open. Pehry walks in
first, and Jasmine follows behind all of them. The more they walk in, the clearer the noisy music is.

When she is completely in the private room, she discovers that it is nearly 200 square meters. There is
a bar counter, a KTV jukebox, and even billiards.

The person sitting in the middle of the room is accompanied by a sexy woman, who is scantily clad.

Jasmine has never been to such a place before. She is astonished. Especially when she sees a man
and a woman kissing each other, she immediately looks away.

Coincidently, she sees that Pehry is looking at her. He finds that her face turns completely red, and she
is like a fish out of water. He doesn't know if it is because she is too good at acting or because she is
really ignorant of worldly affairs.

When the people in the room see Pehry, they all stand up and greet him respectfully. It isn't hard to tell
that these people treat Pehry with great respect and even fear.

The men are talking and laughing while the women are sitting beside them quietly, peacocking, eyes
fixing on Pehry.

The door of the room is shut again. Jasmine stands in the corner uneasily. She is in huge anxiety. The
feeling of nervousness that surrounded her in her third year of high school multiplies several times, and
it lingers in her mind.

Her heart is beating fast. She notices that someone stares at her. It is unfriendly, extremely greasy and
undisguised, giving her the illusion that she is naked.

Jasmine wants to escape, but there is no way. There must be someone guarding the door.



Pehry ... What exactly does he intend to do?

Time passes by. She is in a state of extreme nervousness. Five minutes seems to be half a century to
her.

Just as she is hesitating whether she should go forward to talk to Pehry, a drunken man suddenly
stands up from the sofa and staggers to her.

"Why are you standing here? Go sit down..." When he opens his mouth, the smell of alcohol comes at
her.

Jasmine slightly turns her head away. Her voice is so low that only she herself can hear it, "No, there's
no need."


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