Chapter 265: That Woman is Dead

This feeling was awful, like being deceived, and still helping them count the money.

Bracing herself, Jasmine Yale finally spoke up.

"Mr. Cheney, Little Chale is your son, isn't it? And Mr. Yale is you too, isn't it?"

She didn't even know why she felt compelled to question Sylvan Cheney. Hans Colin's words had already made it clear.

The words of a person sentenced to prison were surely heartfelt.

Yet, she felt the persistent need to question Sylvan Cheney.

Sylvan Cheney remained silent for a while.

After a long time, he finally spoke with a slight smile on his face, "Didn't you say Mr. Yale is refined, gentle and has a good temper, completely different from me?"

Jasmine Yale found herself in an awkward spot.

She did say that, more than once.

Back then, in her eyes, Sylvan and Mr. Yale were two different people.

One was refined, and the other was volatile.

One was the epitome of humility, the other a beast in gentleman's clothing.