On the road, Sylvan Cheney made a phone call to Joe Heath.
"Joe Heath, where are you."
"Huh? Brother? I'm going home. Is there something you need? Are you back in the country?" Joe Heath asked knowingly.
Having known Sylvan Cheney for so many years, he was well aware of his temper.
At this moment, Sylvan Cheney was angry.
"What did I warn you about, not to get close to Jasmine Yale. Did you not hear me?"
"Brother, why? I don't understand." Joe Heath kept up his innocent-little-rabbit charade, "Jasmine is so beautiful, you know, I can't resist pretty girls."
Apparently, Sylvan Cheney knew everything.
Then he might as well not bother explaining.
"She's not one of your models, stay away from her!"
"Brother, don't do this. Are you trying to break us up? Brother, shouldn't you be wishing us well? Brother, don't you love me anymore..."
Joe Heath's words became sadder and sadder.
"I warned you, if you insist on not listening, don't blame me for being ruthless."
