She never asked Sylvan Cheney about anything, and Sylvan Cheney never told her anything.
Joe Heath approached her, his smile charming yet devilish.
"I'll tell you but don't say I told you," Joe Heath whispered, "With Chale Cheney in hand, my elder brother can get a piece of land from his grandfather. That piece of land is worth a city—many people are scheming for it. His grandfather certainly wouldn't give it to anyone else. Many years ago, he told my brother that it would only be given to my brother's son."
"To get that piece of land, my brother has worked hard. Despite not liking kids, he even had a child with a woman."
"Of course, this deal is damn profitable. But it's something I couldn't do."
Joe Heath said a lot in one go.
He lit a cigarette, squinting his long, narrow eyes at Jasmine Yale.
Surrounded by smoke, under the sunlight, he was stunning.
Jasmine Yale was momentarily stunned, her mouth slightly open, her face full of surprise.
