Capítulo 2153: Chapter 2153: Is Making Babies All You Can Do?
This version of Sylvan Cheney seed like a different person—calm, composed, poised. Every detail, every idea was thoroughly thought out, with no aspect lacking in rigor.
Jasmine Yale listened and nodded.
Sunlight stread through the window, carrying a warm glow.
In the car, Jasmine Yale bowed her head, her hair shimring with a golden light, her face gentle and serene.
Sylvan Cheney’s gaze rested on her face, his voice carrying an unwavering calm and confidence.
After a long while, Jasmine Yale closed the blueprints and returned them to him: “President, take good care of these yourself. If soone else saw them, it wouldn’t be a small matter.”
“You still haven’t told your opinion.”
“?” Jasmine Yale quietly said, “If finances allow, I agree to start. This plan is much better than the previous one. And I can tell, President, you’ve had this in mind for quite a while, haven’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Such confidential things, President, you shouldn’t show . I might betray you.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
Jasmine Yale smiled, the corners of her lips curving gently under the sunlight.
Sylvan Cheney put away his things: “I’ll drive you around this area, have a look at the site. After you leave the job, this plan will be yours to execute.”
“I’m not doing it, I’m going to have a baby.” Jasmine Yale touched her belly, shaking her head, “You’re not going to pay , why should I do it for you?”
“Having a baby, having a baby, is that all you can do?” Sylvan Cheney raised his voice, full of resentnt.
“I…” Jasmine Yale glared at him, “This work, find whoever you want to do it, I’m not doing it for you!”
Sylvan Cheney didn’t bother with her, nor did he say much else, restarting the car.
This place was wide open, like an endless desert, with no end in sight, no sign of people, only dead trees and ruins.
Sylvan Cheney drove her around, from where they parked, making a full circle.
“This is the east side, this is the south side, the surroundings are arranged like a chessboard. This was once a wasteland, soone ca to asure it before, but everyone agreed it had no developnt value, and the surrounding facilities are incomplete.” He said as he drove, talking to Jasmine Yale.
Jasmine Yale listened, not interrupting.
The sunlight here was intense, pouring down all at once.
Wherever his car went, her eyes followed.
The speed wasn’t fast, enough for her to look closely, see everything clearly.
After making a round, Jasmine Yale leaned weakly against the window glass, propping her head up with one hand, silently gazing outside.
She squinted her eyes, looking around.
Sylvan Cheney handed her a cup: “Thirsty? Have so water.”
“No bottled water?” Jasmine Yale glanced disdainfully at his cup.
“No, drink it or not.”
“Oh, then I won’t.” Jasmine Yale lowered her eyelids, whether she drank or not didn’t matter.
Sylvan Cheney stopped the car.
He looked at the dispirited Jasmine Yale: “How much of what I just said did you take in?”
“How much do you want to take in? These are all business secrets.”
“I don’t want to have to explain it all over again to a second person, so this plan, I’m only giving to you.”
“I appreciate the President’s confidence in , but I’m not up to it, please find soone more suitable.”
“Is it that you’re not up to it, or you’re unwilling? I don’t like ambiguous answers.”
“You want the truth? The truth is, it’s both. I told you I’m going to have a baby, I don’t have the energy to take care of your matters.”
“My matters?” Sylvan Cheney said, “I’ll compensate you, and after the project is completed, I’ll also give you the corresponding shares.”
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