"Ah!"
Jasmine Yale screamed lightly, stretching her hand to grab something to steady herself.
In an instant, a powerful arm supported her.
The man hooked the corner of his mouth: "Are you all right?"
Jasmine Yale looked up.
The man was very tall, in a dark blue shirt and black trousers, with handsome brows and eyes. Under his tall nose were thin lips tightened.
He radiated an aura of nobility.
Jasmine Yale shook her head: "I'm fine, thank you, sir."
Joe Heath released her hand and gave a slight nod: "Do you have a feud with her?"
As he said this, his gaze shifted forward.
His line of sight landed on a woman on the other end.
Jasmine Yale followed his gaze, and there was Lana Fern.
She tugged at the corner of her lips, as expected, Lana really came.
Joe Heath, who loved to stir the pot, hooked the corners of his lips, bent over, and leaned close to Jasmine Yale's ear.
"I saw her step on your dress..."
