Although he had made some wrong steps three years ago, his loyalty to Sylvan Cheney had never changed.
"Yes, Mr. Cheney." Charles Mcintosh nodded.
"Go on." Sylvan Cheney didn't say much, rubbing his brow.
The sky was getting darker, and the distant dark clouds spread gradually, covering the whole sky.
The day was like night, with the wild wind blowing incessantly.
Leaves flying in the sky, mingling with yellow sand.
...
Jasmine Yale never expected to be sick so soon after returning from Singapore to Landon.
On the day Sylvan Cheney got engaged, she fell ill.
From the beginning of the day, she was drowsy and feverish, and she was confused.
She lay alone in bed under the dense clouds outside.
Her cell phone kept vibrating, but she didn't have the energy to pick up the call.
So annoying...
Supporting herself, Jasmine Yale loomed up to make a call to Joe Heath.
"Jasmine, where are you? You in the hotel yet?"
"No... I've caught a fever..." Jasmine Yale responded weakly.
