With that, Sylvan Cheney pulled the agreement from her hands.
Jasmine Yale lunged forward, her hands covering his, trying to prevent him from taking it!
"Don't take it, I was wrong," Jasmine admitted her mistake.
Sylvan wasn't wrong, she was foolish enough to trust Hans Colin.
The kidnapper even declared that she was his woman, she wouldn't possibly believe that too.
Seeing her holding onto the agreement like a kitten, Sylvan smirked: "Blockhead."
Jasmine felt aggrieved but couldn't express it, she was the one at fault today.
"Mr. Cheney, could you not tell Mr. Yale about this situation today? If Mr. Yale knew, he would skin me alive."
Today's circumstances were far too serious.
"Jasmine Yale, you're aware of it now?" A menacing and ambiguous light flashed in Sylvan's eyes.
"I realize my mistake, don't tell Mr. Yale, or else Mr. Yale surely won't let me near Little Chale."
"Attempt to bribe me," Sylvan stared at her.
"I can give you two boxes...of condoms for free?"