Chale Cheney looked utterly innocent.
Jasmine Yale furrowed her brows, turning to look at Tomer with a glacial sheen in her eyes.
"Tomer, watch your words in front of the child."
"Miss Yale, am I wrong in anything I said? Can I possibly not know of your machinations?"
"You are free to think whatever you wish." Jasmine Yale said dismissively, taking hold of Chale Cheney's hand.
"Had you not desired to be the mistress of the Cheney Residence, you would've not shamelessly followed Mr. Cheney all these years, even seducing him on his twentieth birthday. I have been keeping these facts hidden for you. If you have lost your shame, you can't blame me."
"Can you not talk about such things in front of the child?!" Jasmine was visibly exasperated.
These words, Tomer actually uttered them in front of Chale Cheney.
Jasmine's face turned a nasty shade.
Tomer glanced at Jasmine, then at Chale Cheney, speaking indifferently---
