Chapter 330: Heard that Mr. Cheney is


    Pampering Her


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    Mixed atmospheres filled the private room.


    Joe Heath was close to Jasmine Yale, always able to urately sniff out her distinctive refined elegance.


    As Jasmine was caressing her cold ss, she listened to Joe speak.


    Just then


    The door to the private room opened.


    A woman walked in, holding arge tray filled with beer bottles.


    The moment the door opened, all eyes gathered on her.


    Jasmine looked over, but then, froze.


    Kam Zahir?


    Kam had noticed Jasmine too, her face instantaneously blushed in embarrassment and she seemed at a loss.


    Kam was wearing a pink bikini with a floral pattern, and her long hair was pulled up high.


    Jasmine turned her head and cast a puzzled look at Joe.


    Sheughed: “CEO Heath, you like this type?”


    She gestured towards Kam.


    Joeughed loudly: “Didn’t I tell you already? I only like your type.”


    A man shouted at Kam: “Why are you standing there? Aren’t you going toe over?!”


    “Yes.”


    Kam lowered her head, showing little expression on her face.


    Herrge chest jiggled with every step she took.


    cing all the beers on the table, Kam carefully asked, “Should I open them?”


    “Yes, and also fill all the cups,”manded Joe.


    Jasmine watched silently, unsure of what Joe was trying to do.


    “Yes, CEO Heath.” Kam nodded.


    She expertly opened a beer and started pouring cup after cup.


    During the pouring, she asionally stole nces at Joe and Jasmine.


    “Watch it. Why are you shaking?” A woman pped Kam’s hand, her face stern.


    “Yes, yes.”


    Kam dared not let her focus wander again and concentrated on pouring the beer.


    Soon, all ten cups on the table were filled with beer.


    From Jasmine’s perspective, she could clearly see Kam’s chest.


    Light and soft, they indeed were eye-catching.


    Joe leaned back on the sofa, lighting a cigar, his fingers lightly tapping the table.


    “CEO Heath, I’ve finished pouring. May I leave?” Kam asked Joe nervously. “Did I say you could leave?” Joe nced at her, “Stay. Let’s y a game.” With that, Joe ced a stack of red notes on the table.


    Jasmine was curious. What game was Joe nning on ying?


    Sylvan had once mentioned that Joe had numerous tricks when it came to handling women.


    “CEO… Heath, what game are we going to y?” Kam asked, fear filled her eyes.


    She didn’t know Jasmine was in the room too.


    Ever since it was revealed that this woman was Jasmine Yale, she and her mother were bewildered.


    They could only me their eyes for not recognizing Jasmine.


    Jasmine Yale now was different from before, she heard that Mr. Cheney even pampered her.


    If they offended Jasmine, there would be no good ending.


    They were doomed.


    Moreover, from recent events, Jasmine seemed to hold grudges.


    Back when Jasmine was eight, she and her mother often bullied her. They said all sorts of mean words.


    Now, Jasmine would probably tear them apart.


    “Which game to y…” Joe stroked his chin, looking at Jasmine, “Jasmine, what do you think?”


    “I don’t know.” Jasmine answered lightly.


    She didn’t want to see either Kam or Nancy Emmett. Seeing them made her unhappy.


    “If you’re not sure, listen to me then,”ughed Joe, “Elder Jameson, keep her entertained for a bit.”


    An older man stood up, smiling broadly.


    He walked over to Kam, reaching out to lift her chin.


    “Your lips are quite sexy. I guess they’ll be even sexier once you’ve had a drink.”