Chapter 468: Who are you to Sylvan?

Charles Mcintosh hung up after finishing his words.

Jasmine Yale opened the door and looked at the couch—

Sylvan Cheney was still fast asleep, which was rare.

He typically lived a regulated lifestyle and woke up early in the morning.

He must have been utterly exhausted.

Jasmine walked over and picked up the blanket from the floor to cover him.

She grabbed his car keys and cellphone, quietly walked out the door, and walked downstairs.

Elephant Café.

In a private room, a middle-aged man stood before a large, floor-to-ceiling window.

His suit was immaculate and he was very tall.

In his hand was a cup of steaming American coffee.

The moment Jasmine walked in, the door closed, and Teagan Cheney turned his head.

A hint of surprise crossed his eyes but vanished quickly.

He set his coffee cup down and sized up Jasmine from head to toe.

"Are you the lady over the phone?" Teagan Cheney asked.

Jasmine looked him over as well.