Sylvan Cheney glanced at her disdainfully.
She really looked like the village idiot standing there.
Jasmine Yale glanced at him, her smile froze, truly, what an expression, looking at her like she was an idiot.
The car turned into the parking lot of the corporate building.
After entering the parking lot, the car slowed down, and there was no more rain, the outside world suddenly became very quiet.
Jasmine Yale was taken aback, had they arrived so soon?
Indeed, it was really fast.
"Get out!" Sylvan Cheney frowned as if shooing someone away.
Jasmine Yale hurriedly opened the car door and got out, "I know."
Sylvan Cheney said nothing more, didn't even look at her, and got out.
The black custom-made leather shoes stepped onto the ground, spotless, clean.
Sylvan Cheney fastened his buttons, "Elder Axel, go up."
"Yes, CEO Cheney."
He didn't look at Jasmine Yale, who, carrying her bag, gave him another glance.
Sylvan Cheney brushed past her.
