She really isn’t that little girl anymore; now she’s sharp-minded and can handle things on her own.
Charles Mcintosh took a sip of water. His throat felt dry. He wanted to say sothing several tis but swallowed the words back down.
Compared to Jasmine Yale, he seed less composed and at ease.
"Mr. Mcintosh, I’m doing quite well now, in the Secretariat. If I have questions in the future, I can still ask you, right? How could I forget, you’re an experienced assistant," Jasmine Yale was very calm, holding a cool glass of lemonade in both hands.
The water was cool, and the temperature of her palms gradually cooled down as well.
Just like her heart, which slowly beca calm and unruffled.
Charles Mcintosh nodded: "If there’s anything, feel free to co to ."
"Mr. Mcintosh, Mr. Cheney is doing quite well now, and Jas Group is a leader in the entire UT. Actually... you don’t have to work too hard, with Mr. Cheney’s legacy, you should find a chance to give it to Mr. Cheney, or if there’s no chance, wait until Chale grows up and give it to him."
"Miss Yale, aren’t you saving sothing for yourself and the child in your womb?"
"I don’t need it," Jasmine Yale smiled gently and shook her head, "I currently earn a thousand US Dollars a month, which is pretty good for an intern. I’ve calculated, if I stay with the company for five years, my salary can reach up to five thousand US Dollars a month, which is quite tempting."
Jasmine Yale’s eyes shone brightly, as if she could see the direction of the future.
However, listening to her, Charles Mcintosh’s heart sank.
Jasmine Yale knew what he wanted to say, so she said ahead straightforwardly: "Girls these days all work hard. Even if Sylvan Cheney were by my side, I’d still co out to work, we agreed on that before. So, Mr. Mcintosh, you don’t have to worry about having a hard ti."
"Have you already planned your future?"
"Ah, nothing escapes Mr. Mcintosh, does it?"
"However, your plan doesn’t include Mr. Cheney."
"That’s not true, he’s my boss, my promotion and salary raise, and my future career, all depend on him, how could he not be in it."
Charles Mcintosh shook his head, helpless.
But Jasmine Yale’s words seed so flawless, leaving no room for rebuttal.
Everything has been perfectly planned by her.
Jasmine Yale brushed aside the stray hair by her ears, squinted slightly at Charles Mcintosh, and smiled: "Have so snacks, don’t you like them?"
"No, they sll delicious."
Charles Mcintosh raised his hand and forked a piece of strawberry jam toast.
Jasmine Yale laughed, "It’s been really hot these days; Mr. Mcintosh, you shouldn’t overwork yourself, I think... you could take a trip to Lonton."
She implied sothing.
"I know."
Jasmine Yale nodded and didn’t say much. Many things are best left unsaid.
Charles Mcintosh could see Jasmine Yale had changed a lot.
Not just in appearance, but also in ntality.
After Sylvan Cheney left her, she suddenly grew a lot.
"Mr. Mcintosh, I often eat at this shop because it’s close to the school. But the snacks here aren’t as good as the ones I make myself. If there’s a chance, I’ll make so for you."
"You didn’t like making things before."
"Yes, this hobby developed after I ca to Cakago. I used to find cooking boring, but now I find it interesting, especially when everyone praises how tasty my food is." Jasmine squinted her eyes in the light, smiling happily.
The corners of her lips were turned up, and her eyes sparkled with brightness.
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