She couldn't believe this woman could utter such cold, indifferent words.
But she did, nonchalantly, with cool composure.
Jasmine Yale had always thought that women were emotional, they would have people they deeply loved, and they would give everything for those they cared about.
But she was wrong.
In dealing with Yolanda Fern and Lilac Serval, she experienced what it meant to be "heartless" and "cold."
Warm sunlight shone on her face, and Jasmine felt a little powerless.
"Jasmine, why are you so insistent?" Yolanda squinted slightly, puzzled. "You're essentially Mr. Cheney's pet. Why are you so protective of his son? His biological mother is right here, and yet you're still guarding him so fiercely. Are you nuts?"
"Miss Yale, even Mr. Cheney is willing to leave his estate to me, why are you still protecting it?" Lilac Serval commented indifferently, "Are you trying to monopolise it? No wonder you're desperately trying to get close to my son."
