Jasmine Yale was calmer than him: "You have your ambitions, and I have my ideas. Since you know what you want, go ahead, but I just hope you won't hurt innocent people anymore."
"I know I've caused you pain, sorry." Sylvan Cheney looked at her, "I'll compensate you."
Just as he finished speaking, Jasmine Yale's heart skipped a beat, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Compensation...
Hearing those words again after so many years felt especially ironic.
When she lost her last child, he said he would compensate her.
"Sylvan Cheney, in your mind, is compensation all-powerful? What exactly do you plan to compensate me with?" Jasmine Yale found it amusing and looked at Sylvan Cheney coldly.
"Hold on."
Sylvan Cheney turned his head and picked up something like a property certificate from the table.
After organizing it, he walked towards Jasmine Yale.
