Jasmine Yale bit her lip: "I just want to see him, can you take me there?"
"I can't make that decision."
Jasmine Yale was annoyed, but kept her smile.
"I'm also involved, can't I see him?" Jasmine Yale continued to press Charles McIntosh.
"If Mr. Cheney says you can see him, then you can."
"I don't want to call him."
"Then I can't do anything about it."
Charles McIntosh didn't hang up on Jasmine Yale, leaving her speechless.
Both sides fell silent.
Thinking that this might be the last time she would see Hans Colin, Jasmine Yale gritted her teeth: "Forget it, I'll call Mr. Cheney."
"Hmm."
At this time, Charles McIntosh didn't say anything.
Jasmine Yale knew that Charles McIntosh was loyal to Sylvan Cheney, he would never stand by her side.
With a hardened scalp, she dialed Sylvan Cheney's number.
"Mr. Cheney."
"Hmm?"
"I need your help."
"Speak."
"Can you let me visit Hans Colin in prison? No other reason, just to see him one last time, during university..."