"Oops, slipped out." Jasmine Yale rolled her eyes.
"Hmm?" Sylvan Cheney seemed in a good mood, "Such slip-ups can happen more often, I don't mind."
Sylvan Cheney was indeed in high spirits, and with the evening being neither too cold nor too hot, the gentle breeze made it all the more pleasant and relaxing.
Sylvan Cheney walked towards the pool, where Mr. Dick was chatting with his secretary.
Jasmine Yale then noticed the blonde-haired, blue-eyed secretary had also changed into a swimsuit, with a hot and sexy S-curve figure, a typical Western beauty.
"Evan, you don't mind if my secretary joins us, do you? She's pretty good too, was on the college sports team during university, and though she looks delicate, she's got stamina that rivals us men," Mr. Dick smiled and said.
"Of course not."
"It's a pity your secretary is pregnant, otherwise she could join us too."
Sylvan Cheney glanced at Jasmine Yale.
