Chapter 275 The Woman in the Photo is Your Mistress

Jasmine Yale's voice dwindled, even though she hadn't said anything wrong.

What was that look in Sylvan Cheney's eyes? Really...

Her uncertain tone made it seem like she had a guilty conscience.

"Sir, let go." Berkson's eyes were icy.

"Don't you plan on explaining?" Sylvan Cheney said coldly.

The two men locked eyes, like a ship colliding with an iceberg.

"Mr. Cheney, let him go. They didn't want this to happen either. The Rangoon Family is reasonable and I'm not hurt." Jasmine Yale defended.

"Would you still say this if you were strangled to death?" Sylvan Cheney glared at her fiercely.

That gaze was as sharp as a knife.

Jasmine Yale chuckled. "This has nothing to do with the Rangoon Family."

She really didn't know what he was angry about.

"We will take the responsibility we need to take," Berkson calmly stated.

"Sylvan Cheney, don't be unreasonable...let's go," Jasmine Yale tried to pull away his hand.