Sylvan Cheney drank some alcohol, his face slightly red. As soon as he got in the car, he rubbed his temples and frowned.
The vehicle slowly drove out of the estate.
Jasmine Yale didn't feel tired or sleepy. Seeing such a large estate today was quite an eye-opener for her, exposing her to many things she wouldn't see in the office.
Normally, as a low-level employee, she would never have access to the casino president.
After all, she should thank Sylvan Cheney.
Even though he speaks harshly, at least... he's not too bad.
Jasmine Yale held the roses, sniffing them, the scent was especially pleasant.
The car was pitch dark, with only dim streetlights shining inside.
Jasmine Yale didn't speak, nor did Sylvan Cheney.
In the night, she cradled the roses, looking down at the wine-red ribbon on the stems.
The ribbon was tied into the shape of bunny ears, very cute.
She didn't expect him to tie this; it was a bit of a pleasant surprise. Such little crafts are sure to charm girls.
