"Miss Yale, you can trust Mr. Mcintosh with financial matters; there's no need to worry. I believe that if Mr. Mcintosh manages to endure, he'll hand a thriving company to the young master," Frederick Owen said.
Jasmine Yale's lips curled into a bitter smile.
Charles Mcintosh truly dedicated himself to Sylvan Cheney.
The car didn't drive far before arriving at the airport.
Jasmine Yale dropped Frederick Owen off and he handed her a business card: "Miss Yale, feel free to call me if you need anything."
"Okay." Jasmine Yale accepted it and saw him off.
The spring breeze was warm, and the air was filled with spring's vitality.
When she returned, Butler Santana had already prepared a table full of dishes.
Jasmine Yale invited Yukon Carbon over for the meal as well, and suddenly the large living room was filled with a strong sense of camaraderie.
Luka Xadrian was sitting right beside her.
Although she wasn't very familiar with this father yet, this feeling brought her peace.
