Chapter 150: Did I Hit Your Son?
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“Sylvan Cheney, how despicable are you?” Jasmine Yale rolled her eyes, furious.
“Did I offend you? Did I burn your house? Did I hit your son?”
“Sylvan Cheney, that’s not the right way to treat people.” Jasmine was really vexed.
“Okay, let’s get down to business.” Sylvan Cheney called out, “Lawyer Warner.”
Jasmine Yale looked up to see a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes holding a pile of documents walking in.
He wore sses and looked strict and serious.
He ced all the materials on the table, took a polite bow, and greeted, “Mr.
Cheney, Miss Yale.”
“You exin it to her.” Sylvan Cheney loungedzily on the sofa.
“Yes, Mr. Cheney.”
This Lawyer Warner stood by the table and exined many legal terms, responsibilities, and procedures to Jasmine Yale in detail.
Jasmine Yale was oblivious to thew, she waspletely lost.
She nodded asionally but most of the time she didn’t understand a thing.
Lawyer Warner pulled out several papers: “Miss Yale, you can take a look. The specific contract is on this.”
Jasmine Yale nced at it and still didn’t understand.
It felt like she was looking at a book written in an unknownnguage.
She nced at Sylvan Cheney, who was casually indifferent.
It didn’t concern him anyway, he was just running an errand for someone else.
“Miss Yale, today my main intention was to rify everything to you. If you do not understand, you can ask me. Mr. Yale said there’s no rush, you can take your time to consider.” Lawyer Warner said.
Jasmine Yale awkwardly held the contract…
She didn’t understand a thing from start to finish.
Lawyer Warner politely kept his smiling face and stood by her side.
Sylvan Cheney, on the other hand, had an unconcerned look on his face.
Jasmine Yale looked at Lawyer Warner and at Sylvan Cheney in turn.
Ugh…
It was really awkward, she really couldn’t understand anything.
She could only look at Sylvan Cheney for help embarrassedly: “Um… Mr. Cheney…”
Sylvan Cheney had a cold face.
“Mr. Cheney, you understand thew. Could you help me look?”
“Who are you calling?” Sylvan Cheney raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms.
When ites to important matters, Jasmine Yale always knows when to step back.
She curved her mouth slightly: “Mr.Cheney, would you mind helping me go through this? Would it help if I treated you to dinner?”
Sylvan Cheney scoffed and didn’t respond.
Lawyer Warner consciously stepped back: “Mr. Cheney, Miss Yale, you two please continue talking, I’ll step outside.”
Only the aloof Cheney and the awkwardly smiling Yale were left in the room.
“Mr. Cheney?” Jasmine Yale changed her tone to one of negotiating.
Her eyes were fixed on Sylvan Cheney, full of anticipation.
Silent, a cold kind of silence.
“…” Seeing Sylvan Cheney ignored her. Jasmine Yale could only scratch her head in frustration, lowering her head to look at the contract.
But what on earth is written here?
It’s soplicated.
However, she knew that Mr. Yale was a good man and he certainly wouldn’t cheat her.
Besides, there wasn’t any benefit in tricking her.
She had no money, no beauty.
A thick stack of documents made her feel dizzy after flipping a few pages.
To her, it was equivalent to ying a lute to a cow.
Sylvan Cheney watched her, his suit perfectly fit, his face calm. His entire demeanor exuded an air of pride and aloofness, a hint of a mocking smile yed at the corners of his mouth.
“Mr. Cheney, can you help me go through this?” Jasmine Yale offered up the contract with both hands, her attitude was sincere.
“What am I to you.”
“A friend… alright?”
“A friend? I don’t have any friends who would point their fingers at me and call me despicable.” Sylvan Cheney said impassively.
“I misspoke earlier, I was too emotional. You are generous and don’t hold grudges..”