Chapter 135: Absolutely Will Not Tell Dirty Jokes

"Yes," replied Jasmine Yale.

As soon as she said it, she was braced for him to slap down some money.

Embarrassing though it may be, it was better than the current ambiguity.

Sylvan Cheney patted her face, with a dangerous message full in his eyes. He spoke with a half-smile, "Marry me then, my money will be all yours."

Jasmine Yale looked astounded, eyes wide open.

She was surprised, skeptical.

Sylvan leaned in and gently squeezed her shoulder, raising an eyebrow.

"Hm? You don't want to? Weren't you just saying with added emphasis?"

Jasmine Yale robed off her shocked expression and smiled, "But I don't want second-hand men."

"Say that one more time."

Jasmine leaned closer to him, stressing each word, "I. Don't. Want. Second-hand. Men."

That set Sylvan aflame. He threw her onto the sofa!

His face was pale with fury.

Jasmine almost fell off. She reached out to grab his waist.

Unexpectedly, her hand found the gun he'd hidden!

An icy, hard-edged gun!