Right now, the only person who could help her review the contract was Sylvan Cheney.
She didn't know any friends who studied law.
"Small? Not big."
Sylvan Cheney glanced at her, disposed a cigarette box and pulled out a cigarette with his fingers.
He didn't light up the cigarette, he just held it between his fingers and played with it.
"If you don't want to review it, it's fine. I'm sure Mr. Yale won't cheat me."
Jasmine Yale slapped the contract onto the table; she was really angry.
This man, always so arrogantly playful once he's shown a bit of kindness.
Who would be so conceited?
How could anyone be like this?
On the table, there was a pen left by Lawyer Warner. She glanced at it. Should she sign now?
The trouble was, she didn't even know where she should sign.
"You've never met Mr. Yale, yet you trust him so much?" Sylvan Cheney spoke calmly.
