He’s so handso, if she ignores him, he’ll get upset.
This man can be petty.
The rain lightened a bit; the weather forecast said it would be light rain turning cloudy today. The weather should be improving soon!
Sylvan Cheney’s boat was slowly approaching Spencer Childe.
"Give Jasmine, I’ll give you whatever you want." Sylvan looked at Spencer, his voice full of restraint and suppression.
"I’m a man nearing my grave, what more could I want?" Spencer sneered, "I want nothing, just the life of this Little Fox. Her life in exchange for Qiana’s isn’t too much to ask, is it?"
"If you believe a life for a life is fair, then I’ll exchange mine for Jasmine’s." Sylvan said calmly.
As those words left his mouth, everyone was stunned.
Charles Mcintosh was also taken aback, but he quickly cald down.
Because he was Sylvan Cheney, this was the choice he would make.
Lana Fern’s entire face twisted in pain, and Sylvan’s words made her hate him fiercely, fiercely jealous.
Yes, jealous.
Sylvan was willing to trade his life for Jasmine Yale, but for her? He fired two shots!
Lana felt like she was dying from the pain, knowing that Spencer Childe wouldn’t steer the boat to the riverbank for her, she could only die.
No, she didn’t want to die.
Even if she had to die, she wanted to take soone down with her.
Here in the river’s heart, the water was deep, with whirlpools beneath; if soone fell in, they wouldn’t survive.
Jasmine Yale looked at Sylvan Cheney, her cool lips curved into a teasing smile, her dreamy gaze fixed on him, mouthing two words: Fool...
How could there be such a fool in this world?
A promising future, so young and talented, yet he doesn’t want to live.
Look, so foolish.
Tears rolled down Jasmine Yale’s cheeks.
Thankfully, the rain hadn’t stopped.
Otherwise, Sylvan would again call her a Crybaby, saying she had shallow tear glands...
Spencer Childe was also taken aback but then returned to an imnse fury!
Ridicule, sheer ridicule!
"Qiana, look at the son you bore! Can you rest in peace? Look how much promise he has, completely bewitched by a woman!" Spencer was truly shocked, never expecting Sylvan to say such things!
"You only need to tell if you agree or not." Sylvan’s expression was calm, "If you agree, I’ll have Charles bring Jasmine over, and I’ll co across. But I have one condition: from then on, the grievances between our families are settled."
Spencer seed ready to explode in anger, his chest brewing with rage.
Unable to vent this rage, he gritted his teeth, glaring at Jasmine Yale, then back at Sylvan Cheney.
"Degenerate! How did Qiana give birth to such a thing! You inherited none of your mother’s good traits, only growing more like your worthless father!" Spencer cursed angrily, unable to bear it, "Lost in lust, selling the company, now willing to give up your life for a woman. Sylvan Cheney, you’re a degenerate!"
"Call whatever you want. Anyway, the word ’degenerate’ was defined for by you when I was very young. I don’t expect you’ll ever change your mind; let’s leave it at that." Sylvan’s voice was indifferent, his deanor particularly aloof.
Jasmine Yale kept her eyes on Sylvan Cheney.
She liked this side of him, composed and steady, just a bit foolish.
Her eyelids started to droop again, her mind felt a bit muddled.
Her vision was also blurring, the lights on the boat were already dim, now it was even harder to see clearly.
The rain had indeed lessened, and through the mist, the river started fogging up again.
Fog had rolled in.
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