"That's not possible, you better put away your little schemes." Sylvan Cheney's face was unhappy as he prepared to drive away.
Jasmine Yale: "..."
Why can't he take a joke.
"Do you want me to drive out and buy it or not? If not, I'm going home." Jasmine Yale's temper flared up too.
"Which store, I'll drive you there."
"I'm not telling you, unless you let me drive the car."
"What reward do you want?" Sylvan Cheney's gaze was clear, his deep eyes staring at her closely, his face expressionless.
Jasmine Yale bit her lip.
In the world of businessmen, it's all about interests, where giving and receiving are calculated meticulously.
"I don't want any reward, even if a stray dog is dying of hunger at my feet right now, I would still feed it."
"You!" Sylvan Cheney's face darkened, looking very unpleasant.
Seeing him at a loss, Jasmine Yale felt much better.
"You can borrow the car, but if what you buy isn't tasty, it's on you!" Sylvan Cheney opened the car door.
