Jasmine Yale rubbed her lower abdomen, and it took a long time before she finally felt some relief.
She listlessly flipped through the channels, her eyes glancing at the screen.
Suddenly—
Her hand paused.
A familiar figure flashed across the screen—Sylvan Cheney.
She saw that it was the international news channel.
Her hand froze, not changing the channel for a while.
It was a replay of a signing ceremony, seeming like the culmination of a significant project.
The Cheney Family's executives and the counterparts stood in a row, shaking hands, signing contracts, taking photos.
The tall and young Sylvan Cheney stood out in the crowd, eye-catching to the extent that Jasmine spotted him at first glance.
He was dressed in a very formal black suit, with a deep blue striped tie around his neck, the handmade buttons shimmering with luster.
Charles Mcintosh was one of the Cheney Family's executives, ranked among them.
