"Joe Heath, do you always look at these things?" Jasmine Yale said disdainfully.
"I don't. I'm an upright man."
"Bah." Jasmine Yale spat out in contempt.
"Come, have some wine." Joe Heath poured her a glass of red wine, "You guys, sing something, don't just sit around."
Upon hearing Joe Heath's command, the two women picked up the microphone to select a song.
The atmosphere instantly teemed with excitement.
Jasmine Yale was indulging in fruits and sipping on the red wine.
As a matter of fact, Joe Heath wasn't a bad person, he was just a bit... scummy.
"Jasmine, can you sing? Would you like to sing a song together?" Joe Heath invited her sincerely.
Jasmine Yale shook her head: "I can't."
"Really? You're not bluffing, right?"
"Really."
Jasmine Yale lied.
It wasn't that she couldn't sing, but that she lacked the confidence to do so. Her little confidence had already been shattered by Sylvan Cheney.
