"Mr. Chairman, I'm sorry." Jasmine Yale's attitude suddenly softened, her watery eyes staring straight at him, full of disappointment and indifference, "Is that enough?"
"You! Get out! I, Sylvan Cheney, never want to see you again! Get out!" Sylvan Cheney was deeply provoked, his mind aching dully, but for some reason, the most painful spot wasn't his head, it was his chest.
Why does that place hurt...
"Okay." Jasmine Yale uttered the word softly, her face devoid of any expression, but tears still streamed down.
Sylvan Cheney forcefully released his grip, tossing her aside, "Get out, get out of my sight. You're a woman with no decency. Why should I, Sylvan Cheney, wait for you? Why wait for you all night? Ha..."
Jasmine Yale was thrown aside, losing her balance, she tried to grab onto something.
Unfortunately, there was nothing, and she fell to the ground!
"Ah!" Jasmine Yale fell on the ground, instinctively protecting her stomach.
