"Of course not." Yolanda Fern laughed, "If you're short of money in the future, you can talk to me. But don't go to Chale Cheney."
"I certainly wouldn't go to him, I really dislike children. Moreover, that woman Jasmine Yale is such a handful, I don't want to deal with her again."
As she said this, Lilac Serval frowned.
Her face has a particularly ugly expression.
That woman, Jasmine Yale, is more stubborn than she had imagined.
"That woman is indeed a handful." Yolanda Fern reacted casually, "She really thinks highly of herself."
"I am quite curious, what is her relationship with Mr. Cheney? Why is she so protective of Chale Cheney?" Lilac Serval asked.
Her eyes shone curiously in their sockets.
"The year Mr. Cheney's mother died, she was picked up from the street like a stray dog. She was kept for twelve years and thinks there is some affection from Mr. Cheney. Now... Maybe she is trying to pay him back." Yolanda Fern's expression is indifferent and calm.
