But seeing her again, Jasmine Yale was still taken aback.
The beautiful and elegant woman was gone, replaced by a gaunt, indifferent, merciless woman.
She had indeed lost a lot of weight, her cheekbones were protruding, and her lips were as pale as paper.
She was a far cry from the once-almighty Yolanda Fern.
Since learning of Yolanda's deeds, particularly her instruction for Lana Fern to abort her baby, Jasmine had lost all sympathy for Yolanda.
Life for a life, an ancient rule since time immemorial.
More so, Yolanda had done the unthinkable, sealing off all her routes of retreat.
"Do I need to repeat myself? I will let Chale Cheney go because my brother and sister are still in Sylvan Cheney's hands, and I'm willing to exchange Chale for their lives," Yolanda said impatiently.
"Why must I be the one to swap?" Jasmine chuckled.
When she laughed, there were slight dimples at the corners of her mouth.
Charming, gentle.