"Oops, slipped out." Jasmine Yale rolled her eyes.
"Hmm?" Sylvan Cheney seed in a good mood, "Such slip-ups can happen more often, I don’t mind."
Sylvan Cheney was indeed in high spirits, and with the evening being neither too cold nor too hot, the gentle breeze made it all the more pleasant and relaxing.
Sylvan Cheney walked towards the pool, where Mr. Dick was chatting with his secretary.
Jasmine Yale then noticed the blonde-haired, blue-eyed secretary had also changed into a swimsuit, with a hot and sexy S-curve figure, a typical Western beauty.
"Evan, you don’t mind if my secretary joins us, do you? She’s pretty good too, was on the college sports team during university, and though she looks delicate, she’s got stamina that rivals us n," Mr. Dick smiled and said.
"Of course not."
"It’s a pity your secretary is pregnant, otherwise she could join us too."
Sylvan Cheney glanced at Jasmine Yale.
Jasmine Yale sat on the wicker chair, smiling with a refreshing air, "I’m more fortunate to sit on the beach and watch you all swim, enjoying the full view. I must say, I find it more enjoyable."
"Evan, where did you find such an eloquent and cute secretary?" Mr. Dick laughed heartily, "Too bad, she’s married."
Before Sylvan Cheney could speak, Jasmine Yale eagerly added, "Mr. Dick, my boss is really fierce, so if you think I’m good, when my boss doesn’t want anymore, I’ll be your secretary."
"Hahaha," Mr. Dick laughed even more, "Evan, such a precious little secretary, and you could be fierce to her?"
Sylvan Cheney’s face darkened a bit, casting a cold glance at Jasmine Yale.
Oh, so she’s planning an escape route?
Does she really think he wouldn’t dare fire her?
"Shut up!" Sylvan Cheney warned her in a lowered voice.
"Mm." Jasmine Yale obediently shut her mouth.
"Miss Yale is about the sa age as my granddaughter, but my granddaughter isn’t as obedient as Miss Yale, she gives quite a headache." Mr. Dick sighed with his hands on his hips.
"Mr. Dick’s granddaughter must be very beautiful, strong genes," Jasmine Yale smiled sweetly.
In the setting sun, her fair face was bathed in a soft glow, even her black hair had a golden sheen, shining brightly.
In this scenery, Jasmine Yale’s features were gentle, her dimples more pronounced.
With the breeze, her soft hair fluttered, like a lively fairy.
"Miss Yale, you really know how to speak, I like that. Miss Yale, if Evan is ever an to you again, you’re welco to co to anyti," laughed Mr. Dick.
Sylvan Cheney glanced at Jasmine Yale with dissatisfaction.
After chatting for a while, the three of them prepared to jump into the pool.
Mr. Dick’s secretary glanced at Sylvan Cheney, with a straightforward smile on her face, "Mr. Cheney, you have such a great body, it’s rare to see an Eastern man with such a physique."
The secretary was Western, direct with her words.
Jasmine Yale glanced at Sylvan Cheney, appearing unhappy, "Indecent, dressing like this for who to see."
Her voice was low, so Sylvan Cheney didn’t hear.
Sylvan Cheney maintained his politeness and distance, "Miss Lucy, you flatter . I haven’t swum in a while, I’ll jump in and warm up first."
With that, Sylvan Cheney dived headfirst into the pool.
Jasmine Yale hadn’t seen Sylvan swim in a long ti.
Unexpectedly, he was just the sa as in her mory, sa body, sa movents.
Jasmine Yale watched intently, her gaze fixed on him.
She forgot that Mr. Dick and his secretary hadn’t gone in yet.
Sure enough, the secretary teased Jasmine Yale, "Miss Yale also appreciates Mr. Cheney’s physique."
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