"It's really him." Sylvan Cheney sneered.
Jasmine Yale was startled, then had a sudden realization, and got very angry: "Liar!"
She finally understood that in front of the old cunning fox, she was just a little white rabbit.
She couldn't outplay Sylvan Cheney.
Ever since she met him, she was completely devoured by him.
Screech—
The tires of the car rubbed against the ground and suddenly stopped in an empty space on the side, just right in a dark, deserted place.
Jasmine Yale rubbed the seat belt fearfully, very scared.
Sylvan Cheney turned on the light inside the car.
With the light on, he could clearly see every expression on her face.
Likewise, she could also see his cold and distinct face, with sharp and resolute lines.
Sylvan Cheney leaned over the center space, tilting his body towards her, trapping her underneath him.
As he approached, she smelled his unique masculine scent, and her entire being fell apart.
"Stay away."
