Sylvan Cheney stood with his back straight, still exuding a faint aura.
Jasmine Yale's heartbeat gradually sped up. It turned out that being close to him again, she still felt her heart race, even her breathing became rapid.
"What is it?" Sylvan Cheney said indifferently, "You better have something, or else..."
"Or else what more can you do?" Jasmine Yale, not knowing where her courage came from, said, "You've already fired me; that's the harshest punishment you can give me."
Sylvan Cheney chuckled, turning his head, his intense gaze meeting hers.
The sunset merged into his silhouette. He stood against the light, tall and independent, radiating an aura of maturity and wildness.
The corners of his lips slightly curved, and there was a full disdain in Sylvan Cheney's eyes.
He was tall, and without her heels, Jasmine Yale's presence seemed diminished in front of him.
