Jasmine Yale determined that when she formally adopts Little Chale, she will definitely protect him well.
She won't let him have any contact with Sylvan Cheney!
Definitely!
Their eyes met, tensions running high, the atmosphere somewhat chilling.
The back of Jasmine's hand felt cold.
Sylvan was taller than her; he lowered his head, showing a demeanor of one looking down from a high position.
In terms of aura, she had already been bested to some degree.
Jasmine knew she was no match for Sylvan Cheney.
His gaze alone could kill her!
Just as she moved her lips, ready to speak, suddenly—
A woman wearing a pink fluffy dress came running up from the stairwell, sprained her ankle and fell at Sylvan's feet.
"Ah!"
The woman cried out in a soft voice and reached out to grasp Sylvan's leg.
Just at that moment, Sylvan stepped back quickly, shielding Jasmine behind him.
At the same time, he pulled out a gun from behind his waist and pointed it at the woman's temple.
"Who are you?"
