Jasmine Yale's eyes reflected confusion, and her tone was filled with sarcasm.
In this world, if Sylvan Cheney demanded her life, she would not resist.
"Jasmine Yale, don't provoke me," Sylvan Cheney said coldly, looking at her.
Jasmine Yale bowed her head, her fingers caressing his quilt, feeling an overwhelming sense of loneliness.
From beginning to end, she had been utterly alone, loneliness to the extreme.
"Go to sleep early, I'll have someone send you away tomorrow," Sylvan maintained a detached demeanor yet was very firm.
"I'm not leaving, my trip here wasn't easy, you didn't tell me the truth," Jasmine was stubborn as well.
"Suit yourself, if you don't leave, I won't let you out of the Cheney Residence. Choose one of the two options yourself."
"Why are you like this?" Jasmine widened her eyes.
When it came to tactics, she was never a match for Sylvan Cheney.
