Sylvan Cheney was seasoned in the business world, and such antics from older men were nothing new to him.
For some unknown impulse, before Jasmine Yale could rebut, he suddenly raised his hand and pulled at her collar.
"What are you doing? What do you want to do?" Jasmine Yale's eyes widened in terror. What was he doing? She was still pregnant!
Sylvan Cheney's actions didn't stop. He roughly tugged at her loose shirt, his breathing somewhat rapid.
The shirt was pulled down halfway, just enough to reveal that scar.
Jasmine Yale protected her body with both hands, panic and helplessness in her eyes: "Sylvan Cheney, don't go too far! Don't touch me!"
He had always been a gentleman, how could he turn into such a person?
But just as Jasmine Yale intended to struggle, Sylvan Cheney suddenly stopped his actions, his glaring eyes fixated on her scar.
It didn't seem like a burn from a cigarette; rather, it looked a bit like... a bullet scar!
Sylvan Cheney's breath was uneven.
