In the quiet elevator, her voice was exceptionally soft, with a hint of playful teasing.
"You look good even without makeup." He was holding his phone, standing at the entrance of the corridor.
"CEO, you're quite good at sweet-talking. Seems like you've been through this many times..."
"..."
Sylvan Cheney always felt that he was no longer her match when it came to verbal sparring.
"Ding"—
The elevator arrived.
Jasmine Yale hung up the phone and walked slowly towards the corridor entrance.
As soon as she turned a corner, she saw Sylvan Cheney and quickened her pace to stand before him: "CEO, are you silly? The wind is strongest at the entryway; didn't you know that?"
Speaking, she grabbed his arm, intending to pull him inside.
But just as her fingers touched his wrist, Sylvan Cheney pinned her against the wall behind him.
Jasmine Yale quickly reacted, her eyes widened!
