Jasmine Yale was washing up in the bathroom, wearing no makeup, dressed simply in a long white sweater dress, topped with a camel coat.
Butler Santana had already packed her suitcase, and she dragged it to the entrance.
Outside, the fog was thick—the flight would likely be delayed again.
However, just as Jasmine reached out to open the door, she suddenly found it wouldn't open!
Her face changed color, and she tried forcefully again, but it still wouldn't open!
Why was this happening?
She threw her suitcase aside and ran to the phone to call downstairs.
"Butler Santana."
"Miss Yale, are you awake?"
"I am awake, but what's wrong with the door? I can't open it."
"Miss Yale, please wait a moment, I will bring your breakfast up."
After he spoke, Butler Santana hung up the phone.
Jasmine glanced at the time—it was manageable.
Soon, Butler Santana arrived with a tray, placing the breakfast on the table.
