Her eyes spun with dizziness, her mind growing cloudy.
She stared at the woman smoking, utterly nonplussed.
The woman seemed unfazed, smoking calmly with a sharp gaze. Her ruby earrings swayed softly with her movements.
"Stop seeing Little Chale, disappear from his life forever," Jasmine Yale's voice was hoarse.
Her deep eyes were veiled with a thin layer of white mist, like a hazy drizzle.
"Hmm, I can do that." Lilac Serval smiled.
This woman truly had a beautiful face.
Especially when she smiled, there was a captivating charm that could topple nations.
Just like a fox, her allure was easily bewitching.
Jasmine Yale was merely a woman, but even she found her unbelievably attractive, let alone a man.
No wonder Sylvan Cheney was head over heels, loving her all these years.
She used to wonder what Chale's mother looked like, now that she saw her, she matched her imagination.
Except for the personality.
Lilac Serval was a shrewd woman who knew exactly what she wanted.
