"Sylvan Cheney, do you agree or not?" Yolanda Fern sneered, "I've calculated it for you, it is really a profitable deal. To exchange an insignificant person for your son, I feel like I'm at a disadvantage."
"If you agree, call Jasmine Yale now."
"Change the person." Sylvan Cheney said indifferently.
"Sylvan Cheney, be clear, you are the one negotiating with me, not the other way round. It's so cold out here, if my hand shakes a bit, don't blame me." Yolanda Fern was angry, "I don't know how much longer I can waste time with you here. If you want my life, take it, but remember if you have the ability to save Chale Cheney's life!"
Yolanda Fern was truly driven to desperation by Sylvan.
There was also an overwhelming sense of oppression and indignation in her heart.
Did Jasmine Yale's presence cause such hesitation?
If he didn't care about her, why would he hesitate at such a critical juncture?
His own son's life was hanging by a thread!
