Chapter 150: Did I Hit Your Son?

"Sylvan Cheney, how despicable are you?" Jasmine Yale rolled her eyes, furious. "Did I offend you? Did I burn your house? Did I hit your son?"

"..."

"Sylvan Cheney, that's not the right way to treat people." Jasmine was really vexed.

"Okay, let's get down to business." Sylvan Cheney called out, "Lawyer Warner."

Jasmine Yale looked up to see a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes holding a pile of documents walking in.

He wore glasses and looked strict and serious.

He placed all the materials on the table, took a polite bow, and greeted, "Mr. Cheney, Miss Yale."

"You explain it to her." Sylvan Cheney lounged lazily on the sofa.

"Yes, Mr. Cheney."

This Lawyer Warner stood by the table and explained many legal terms, responsibilities, and procedures to Jasmine Yale in detail.

Jasmine Yale was oblivious to the law, she was completely lost.

She nodded occasionally but most of the time she didn't understand a thing.