Her grandfather had a group of loyal henchmen, people who only obeyed Spencer Childe's orders.
From now on, this group would belong to her.
Even if Sylvan Cheney was still alive, what did it matter?
"Yolanda, it seems like you don't have the right to speak that word." Jasmine Yale looked at her, "I'm afraid, you have never really loved Mr. Cheney, have you? You've had a hard time these years."
How much would a person have to pretend to reach this point?
To deceive Spencer Childe, and to deceive Sylvan Cheney as well.
If it weren't for her desperation this time to get Sylvan's assets, she probably would have continued the act.
Lilac Serval quietly watched them from the side.
Having finished a cigarette, she spoke indifferently, "What's there to argue about? Can love be used as food? Why not lighten up?"
Her enchanting face bore a maturity beyond her years.
Her tone was calm, undisturbed.
