The elevator quickly reached the ground floor.
The parking lot was even quieter, with Sylvan Cheney's Maybach parked not far away.
As soon as she exited the elevator, Jasmine Yale leaned against the wall, looking at Sylvan Cheney, her eyes glistening with a watery sheen.
She rubbed her ankle and said, "Mr. Cheney, I can't walk anymore. I've walked a lot today, been delivering documents to various departments all afternoon."
"What does your inability to walk have to do with me, hmm?" Sylvan Cheney stopped and turned to look at her.
They stood facing each other, only a step apart.
"That's why you should wait for me." Jasmine Yale pouted, as he walked so fast, she couldn't keep up with him.
She rubbed her ankle and was just about to put her foot down when Sylvan Cheney threw the things in his hand into her arms and lifted her up.
"Hey!" Caught off guard, Jasmine Yale felt a bit dizzy and quickly hooked her arms around Sylvan Cheney's neck.
