"CEO, is there sothing you need?" Jasmine Yale stood at the door, holding a large bouquet of roses.
Sylvan Cheney handed her the car keys, "Go to my car and bring Mr. Dick’s gift, the black box."
"You bought a gift for Mr. Dick?" Jasmine couldn’t help but admire Sylvan Cheney’s attention to detail, "What gift?"
"A watch, go get it."
"Okay, got it." Jasmine took the keys from Sylvan Cheney’s hand and set the roses down, "CEO, please watch over the roses for , I’ll be right back."
"Such ugly flowers."
"How are they ugly? They were just picked."
"If I say they’re ugly, they’re ugly."
"Oh." Unreasonable.
Jasmine walked slowly to the parking lot in Mr. Dick’s estate. She used the car keys to open the Maybach’s door and took the black box from the seat.
The box wasn’t heavy, but she knew the watch inside must be expensive.
It was indeed Sylvan Cheney’s thorough planning; he had kept Mr. Dick thoroughly entertained all day.
Jasmine finally understood why he could reach heights others couldn’t and how he built his business empire in such a short ti.
He possessed enough talent and capability, including charm.
After a whole day, not only Mr. Dick but even she found Sylvan Cheney to be a very charming man.
All she could do was ensure not to lower his score.
Jasmine returned to the changing room.
As she returned, she saw Sylvan Cheney holding her roses, tying the wine-colored ribbon into a pair of bunny ears.
Jasmine was pleasantly surprised, "You know how to tie this."
She never knew that.
"Idiot." Sylvan Cheney tossed the roses aside, took the box from her hands, and strode out.
Jasmine couldn’t keep up, so she grabbed the roses.
Initially an ordinary ribbon, it beca exceptionally cute now, matching beautifully with the pink roses.
How could he tie such cute bunny ears—was it... Erin Janus who taught him?
Jasmine’s slender, fair fingers stroked the ribbon, a sugary sensation rising, a sweet flavor enveloping her entirely.
al ti.
Mr. Dick had prepared a table full of dishes, in a lavishly styled dining room.
However, it was all Western cuisine.
Jasmine knew Sylvan Cheney might not be accustod to it.
Mr. Dick even specially brought out red wine from his cellar that had been aged for years; as soon as the cork was popped, the aroma was intoxicating.
Jasmine sat beside Sylvan Cheney; she couldn’t drink, so she focused on the steak in front of her.
The table was adorned with abundant flowers, colorful and casting a gentle glow under the crystal chandelier.
"If you feel uncomfortable, just tell , don’t be shy," Sylvan Cheney suddenly spoke in a mild tone.
Jasmine looked up, oh, he was talking to her.
She smiled, "No worries, Mr. Dick’s estate is very comfortable; I’ve felt fine since arriving in the afternoon."
"In that case, if you bump into anything, I’m not responsible."
"If sothing did happen, I might bla you."
Sylvan Cheney let out a cold laugh.
"Just joking with you, why would I bla you? You’re not that attractive; I wouldn’t dream of stealing soone else’s fiancé. You may think I have poor character, but I believe I have good morals."
Jasmine’s voice was light and casual, yet to Sylvan Cheney, it felt like sarcasm.
"Oh, what are Mr. Cheney and Miss Yale talking about?" Mr. Dick’s secretary raised her glass and smiled, "So secretive, it sounds like they’re whispering sweet nothings."
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