Chapter 161: The Old Man Who Doesn’t Understand Romance


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    With his capabilities, it would be a breeze to find out someone’s identity. But where’s the fun in that?


    It’s much more interesting when he woos a girl himself.


    “Sir, you can freelye and go from this cocktail party, you have bodyguards following you around. Don’t you think you’d easily know my name?”


    “No, no, I only want you to tell me personally.”


    Joe Heath leans forward, a sly smile on his lips, half serious and half devil-may-care.


    Jasmine Yale feels that if she doesn’t speak up, it could lead to misunderstandings.


    “Jasmine Yale.”


    “Jasmine Yale? Sounds familiar… Have we met before?”


    Joe Heath’s face is still adorned with a grin.


    He’s heard plenty of names before, this name, in fact, is not familiar to him at all.


    But hey, flirting needs to look like flirting.


    “This is our second time meeting.” Jasmine Yale raises two fingers.


    “Then there will surely be a third time and many more toe.”


    Joe Heath’s face radiates a mysterious confidence, he puts down Jasmine Yale’s hand that he’s just grabbed.


    He never disappoints himself.


    Jasmine Yaleughs lightly, “Then let’s leave it to fate.”


    Saying so, she stood up.


    “Wait, the party isn’t over yet, would you join me for a drink?” Joe Heath suggested.


    “Sorry, sir. The truth is, I’m a smalltime journalist at an entertainmentpany, recently promoted, my work is my top concern.”


    “Oh?” Joe drawls out the word, “An entertainmentpany? Which one?” Which entertainmentpany in Landon doesn’t have connections with him? If it happens to be under his control, then isn’t she practically his employee? Jasmine Yale understands that if he truly wants to know, she won’t be able to hide it from him.


    She shrugs her shoulders nonchntly and speaks the truth.


    “Respected Majesty.”


    Joe Heath frowns, this isn’t good.


    Respected Majesty?


    By sheer bad luck, this one isn’t under his control and he has no connection to it whatsoever.


    It belongs to that unromantic old man, Sylvan Cheney.


    “Sir, yourpanions are here, I must take my leave now.”


    Jasmine Yale nces at the group of women approaching them, grabs her bag, and leaves the hall.


    Joe Heath is quickly wrapped up by several actresses.


    “CEO Heath, I’m not happy that you didn’t drink with me tonight.”


    “CEO Heath, did you receive the text I sent youst time, howe you didn’t respond.”


    “CEO Heath, I’ve just bought a vi near your house, we’ll be neighbors from now on.”


    “Get out!”


    Joe Heath’s face darkened, his tone was full of impatience.


    Upon exiting, Jasmine Yale takes a deep breath.


    The evening breeze blows through her long hair, the moonlight is enticing, and the water beneath the cruise ship is sparkling.


    She stands on the deck for a while to enjoy the breeze, the cool, yet warm night is veryforting.


    ncing ahead, a distant horizon lies between the ck sky and the ck ocean, an endless surface of water.


    This is her first time on a cruise ship. Although Sylvan Cheney is wealthy, he’s never brought her here.


    Perhaps he only takes the kind of women worthy to be shown off…


    Why on earth would he bring a little rascal like her.


    “Jasy, Jasy….”


    Suddenly, a soft little hand pulls at the hem of her dress.


    The milky voice is filled with uncertainty.


    “Little Chale?”


    Jasmine Yale looks down, surprised for a moment. How did this little guy get here?


    Taking another look, the little guy is dressed up quite handsomely today, like a little gentleman.


    “It’s me.” Chale Cheney looks up at Jasmine Yale, his mouth pouting, looking quite wronged.


    “What’s wrong? Who bullied you?”


    Jasmine Yale squats down, lovingly touching his face, feeling sorry for him.


    It’s been a long time since shest saw Little Chale..