Chapter 1340: Chapter 1340: Really Want to Take Off the Clothes
Jasmine Yale bristled with rage, screaming hysterically.
Sylvan Cheney paused, his lips curling slightly.
“Who have you seen today?” Sylvan Cheney tapped the steering wheel, asking indifferently, the depths of his eyes swirling with a chilling luster.
“I haven’t seen anyone; can you please drive faster, I feel so awful…” Jasmine Yale clutched her sweater, her small face scrunched up, her long eyelashes fluttering non-stop.
It felt as if her whole body was on fire; if it weren’t for Sylvan Cheney in the car, she really wanted to strip off her clothes.
Hot.
Too hot.
Her entire being seed to be in agony.
She had never experienced such tornt.
“Where does it hurt?”
“Can you please drive faster…” Jasmine Yale looked at him, eyes pleading.
“Jasmine Yale, the drug, I can help you with it,” Sylvan said, his gaze fixed forward, his voice bland.
Jasmine Yale was stunned.
She shook her head, persistently: “Take to the hospital!”
The corner of Sylvan’s lips curled up in a darkly amused arc, but he didn’t speak.
“Sylvan Cheney, take to the hospital!” Jasmine Yale grew panicked, attempting to lunge over to grab his steering wheel, “Can we settle our differences slowly, please…”
“No.”
“You petty man!”
“Oh?” Sylvan Cheney narrowed his eyes, elongating his tone, “Did I administer this drug?”
“I was wrong, I know I was wrong; please take to the hospital, I’m begging you. Mr. Cheney, please.”
“Jasmine Yale, if I were to let you go at a ti like this, I would truly be no man.”
“What are you going to do! Don’t ss around! You said you would let return to Cakago!”
Sylvan Cheney made a turn and accelerated.
He didn’t answer her.
In the darkness, his eyes glowed with restrained intensity, his features sharp as frost.
Jasmine recognized this road.
Ahead was the countryside, desolate with no hospitals around!
“Where are you taking , Mr. Cheney? I was wrong; I shouldn’t have drugged you, shouldn’t have sched against you, shouldn’t have called you here, I was wrong… Mr. Cheney, can we please go back, let out, please, I was wrong…” Jasmine Yale shook his arm, trying to make him stop the car.
Sylvan was a good driver; he kept the wheel steady.
“Tell , who have you seen today, what did they say to you?”
“I haven’t seen anyone, nobody told anything. I was just temporarily out of my mind…”
“Jasmine Yale, you still think I’m a fool? Huh?”
“What are you going to do, I’m scared…” Jasmine Yale started to cry.
In the past, when she made mistakes, a cry from her would soften his stance.
Now that she had made such a grave mistake, she didn’t know what he would do to her.
He said won who drugged him never ended up well; what about her? How would he treat her?
Dispose of the body without a trace? Have soone teach her a lesson?
“Now you’re scared? Jasmine Yale, you’d better be honest. Answer what I ask. Otherwise, I don’t guarantee what I might do.”
Saying this, Sylvan Cheney pressed on the accelerator, increasing the car’s speed.
Once they reached an open area, the car shot forward like an arrow released from the bow.
Sylvan knew the streets of Landon like the back of his hand.
This area was slated for developnt; at night, it wasn’t as bustling as the city center.
Especially, the further ahead they drove, the more remote it beca.
Nevertheless, Sylvan drove on.
Jasmine Yale didn’t want to speak; she shook her head.
“Don’t shake your head at ; you really think I don’t know?” Sylvan’s lips bore a trace of coldness, “When did Joe Heath co to find you?”
“He didn’t say anything about you; don’t bla him.”
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