"She coughed lightly twice.
At this point, her throat felt itchy, accompanied by a burning sensation.
"Why didn't you say anything earlier?" Sylvan Cheney frowned, glancing at her sideways.
Her complexion wasn't that good, and her lips were pale too.
She had spent the whole night fainting on the ground according to Butler Santana, suffering from both a fever and low blood sugar.
"Say what? If everyone enjoyed themselves, that's all that matters. I don't want to dampen the mood." Jasmine Yale spoke truthfully.
"I'll pay more attention next time."
"Huh? There won't be a next time for me."
After all, these are games that only the wealthy play, and she would be better off not touching them. Who knew if she would get hooked and end up like Hans Colin?
Gambling, drug abuse, and prostitution were all things she should stay clear of.
All she needed to do was work hard, make money, date conscientiously, and lead a good life.
