Since when did Mr. Cheney start believing in these things?
In her impression, he never believed in such things, and moreover, he never went to the temple.
"Hold on to it." Sylvan Cheney's tone was very solemn.
"Oh..." Jasmine was momentarily at a loss for words.
So, if she had touched it, it was now hers?
"Hmm." Sylvan hung up the phone and a corner of his lips quirked into a small smile.
The chauffeur, Charles Mcintosh, heard this and commented, "Mr. Cheney, it seems rather unfair to trick Miss Yale like this. That bracelet was clearly..."
"Well, she's naive."
A small smile traced Charles' lips as well, and he continued to drive.
Looking at the bracelet that had found its way back to her, Jasmine felt a whirlwind of emotions.
Out of reverence for the Buddhist Law, she accepted it.
If only she had known, that night, she wouldn't have taken it out of his pocket.
He was originally going to give it to Yolanda Fern, wasn't he?
