Jasmine Yale's voice lowered, her eyes also clouded with a layer of white mist.
"But James Group is very fair, they gave me this opportunity, and I seized it, so I don't want to lose this opportunity."
"I don't want to hear your complaints; if you walk around the street, there are plenty of people who have it tougher and live harder than you. I don't like listening to grievances or complaints either. A mistake is a mistake. With me, everyone is treated equally and fairly."
"Then you can punish me in another way, just don't fire me." Jasmine Yale was really about to cry.
Sylvan Cheney crossed his legs, his gaze indifferent and detached.
"This afternoon, who was it that challenged me with: 'It's okay, I'll find another company, so I won't have to see our 'brilliant' CEO Cheney ever again', what, is your 'ever' just a few hours long?"
"I was wrong, I truly know I was wrong, just give me a chance, will you?"
This time, Jasmine Yale really was on the verge of tears.
