"I've just come back from a business trip. I'm giving you two hours. I'll pick you up at your place in two hours," Sylvan Cheney said without giving her a chance to refuse.
Jasmine Yale looked hopelessly at the sky, "Boss, I..."
"See you in two hours." Sylvan Cheney didn't listen to her explanation and hung up the phone.
"Hello..."
Jasmine Yale felt more and more helpless.
She reached out her hand to catch a few drops of the cold rain. The raindrops fell into her palm and spread out like shattered jade.
After thinking for a while, she still sent a text message to Sylvan Cheney: Don't wait for me, I'm abroad and can't come back.
In the past two days, Sylvan Cheney had indeed sent her several messages and called her.
Unfortunately, she was on the plane, and because of the time difference, she didn't receive them.
After waiting for a few minutes without a reply from Sylvan Cheney, she put away her phone and walked back.
