In the depths of sleep, her posture was delicate and charming, a sight rarely seen in her usual self.
Sylvan Cheney felt the urge to smoke arise, but it was impossible to satisfy at the moment.
As he was growing irritable, he suddenly heard Jasmine Yale's phone vibrate twice.
Sylvan Cheney reached out to pick up her phone.
The screen lit up momentarily, and he saw a message from Yukon Carbon.
The screen was locked with a password, so he couldn't open it, only roughly seeing that Yukon Carbon was helping her solve some problems.
Solve problems? Hah.
Jasmine Yale suddenly awoke, snatching her phone back into her hands, glaring at him with wide eyes.
"Hah." He let out a cold laugh, "So ambiguous."
"Where is this place?" Jasmine Yale looked out the window dazedly, seeing nothing around.
A vast expanse of emptiness!
No grass grew, distant from any commercial area, where could this be?
