"Didn't really care much." Jasmine Yale chuckled, "I've never really valued these things much, nothing too special."
"What about when you were ten or twenty? Didn't value them either?"
Jasmine Yale's lips moved but she didn't speak.
Some nerve was inadvertently touched by Will Caddel's words; her twentieth birthday... she had cared very much, but now, all that remains is regret.
"CEO Caddel, do you host a birthday party every year?"
"I'm not someone who likes lively events very much. Much like you, I don't really care about birthdays, never had one."
"Really? Then we're quite similar." Jasmine Yale switched topics again, "CEO Caddel, should we pass on this company today? I feel there's nothing really worth striving for."
"Sure, let's pass."
Will Caddel drove Jasmine Yale to the hotel.
In the suite, Jasmine Yale rummaged through the clothes in the wardrobe. Since it was a work trip, she hadn't brought many pretty clothes, mostly professional attire.
