Chapter 223: Turning Against One's Own Flesh and Blood

"No."

"Oh." Jasmine Yale was relieved, "After that time you saw Hans Colin at the seafood restaurant, did you have him watched?"

"Yes."

"Day before yesterday, when I was robbed... did you know about that too?"

"..."

"Hmm?" Jasmine Yale was confused—was his silence an acknowledgement or not?!

"..."

"Mr. Cheney, are you just too lazy to speak to me? I just want to know, I don't mean anything by it. I'm not Hans Colin, you don't have to worry about me."

"I'm not speaking because I want to see just how stupid you can be."

"Damn it!" Jasmine Yale couldn't hold it back.

-Tssh-

Sylvan Cheney hit the brakes!

He turned and coldly glanced at her, his icy gaze falling on her face.

"Jasmine Yale, I need to teach you a lesson!" Sylvan Cheney's tone was chilling and sinister.

Jasmine Yale shivered, and couldn't help but shrink back.

Her wide eyes spun around, filling with a layer of aggrieved tears, just like a frightened little hamster.

She just couldn't hold it back.