"Miss Fern, I am Charles Mcintosh, not Mr. Cheney."
"Ah." Lana Fern's smile froze on her face, but it soon eased again.
On the other end of the phone, Charles continued, "Mr. Cheney won't be going there personally, it will be me."
"That works too. As long as it's the Cheney Family, it's a great honor for me." Lana was cheerfully giggling.
"Miss Fern, Mr. Cheney has a condition. The exclusive interview rights will only be given to Respected Majesty."
"I understand, I have a good memory."
Jasmine Yale couldn't stand listening to it anymore and quickly ran off to look for the restroom.
Back then, in her eyes, Sylvan Cheney was a gentleman.
Now that she thought about it, he was probably only a gentleman towards her. After all, her figure wasn't enough to attract him.
But her brother-in-law and her aunt...
Jasmine frowned and closed the door to the restroom.
But before she could even leave the restroom, her phone began to ring.
