Jasmine Yale was no match for Joe Heath.
After only a few seconds under his gaze, she diverted her eyes: "Sir, let's discuss the collaboration."
"You don't even know my name, how could we discuss anything? Also, wasn't I irrelevant to you? Is Miss Yale willing to collaborate with someone irrelevant?"
Her words left Jasmine Yale speechless.
Was this man doing this on purpose?
At first sight, she thought he was a modest gentleman.
But the second and third times, her instincts told her, he was a fox! A cunning and deceitful one.
"Sir, may I ask for your esteemed surname?" Jasmine Yale looked at him politely.
"Too reluctant." Joe Heath was quite unsatisfied, but there was a playful glint in his eyes, "I don't like forcing others, nor do I appreciate disrespect. Since Miss Yale doesn't even know my name and is three minutes late…"
He stopped talking and stared at Jasmine Yale.
Jasmine Yale felt uncomfortable under his gaze, and worried about jeopardizing the cooperation.
