Chapter 075 Cheney Sylvan, You are a Bastard

Said in a nice way, he is calm. Said in a harsh way, he is... repressed.

"You must be annoying during normal times, right? Even your subordinates dare to hang up on you," Jasmine Yale remarked.

"..." Sylvan Cheney snatched the phone from her hand.

"Are you drunk or not? Don't you have a good tolerance for alcohol?" Jasmine Yale touched his face.

Usually, if she touched him like this, he would definitely push her hand away.

But today, he didn't.

Jasmine Yale deduced that he was really, perhaps, probably drunk.

"Sylvan Cheney, you're a bastard," Jasmine Yale purposely said while supporting him.

"..."

"Sylvan Cheney, you're a son of a bitch!"

"..."

Jasmine Yale was amused because a drunk Sylvan Cheney wouldn't retaliate.

If only he could always be like this, how nice that would be.

But in her memory, Sylvan Cheney had never been this kind of drunk.

She helped him walk out of the seafood restaurant, planning to hail a taxi to Lancelot Bar.