Jasmine Yale blushed.
She really didn't expect Sylvan Cheney and Mr. Dick to come over.
Weren't they playing billiards?
"Such a sharp tongue," the female secretary walked over to Mr. Dick, whispered a few words in his ear.
Mr. Dick burst into laughter again, "Evan, your female secretary is amazing. Lucy says she can't handle it."
Sylvan Cheney smirked, glanced at Jasmine Yale, then looked away, "She only has a way with words, still needs guidance on other things."
"Her professional knowledge is good too. I've read the reports she wrote, not bad, quite good," Mr. Dick praised, "You must stay for dinner tonight. I'll have the estate prepare red wine and steak. What do you young people like? Candles? Flowers?"
Jasmine Yale looked embarrassed, quickly waved her hand, "No need to go to so much trouble."
