"Let's have a meal together, just like it's the last time." Sylvan Cheney looked at her.
Only the two of them were in the room, so quiet they could hear each other's breathing.
Jasmine Yale tightly clutched the property deed and bank card he gave her in her right hand. Her chest was calm without any fluctuation, and her gaze showed no waves.
"What I said before, it seems the CEO still doesn't understand. The New Year's Eve dinner is meant to be spent with family. What kind of person do you consider yourself to me?"
"When a woman becomes indifferent, she doesn't hold back." Sylvan Cheney chuckled awkwardly.
"By the way, if possible, I'd hope your fiancée doesn't disturb my family anymore. That would be the best compensation. After all, I don't want to sink to the point of being beaten. When are you going to Old York? You won't be returning to Cakago, will you?"
"Do you care about me?"
