But she didn't know how far their relationship had progressed.
Just as she lowered her head, suddenly—
She saw some faint and deep kiss marks on Jasmine Yale's neck.
Ann Nolan suddenly understood something and remained silent.
Apart from Sylvan Cheney, there were no other men here.
"Excuse me, I need to step out," Sylvan Cheney said, taking a coat from the hanger and draping it over his arm as he left.
As he reached the door, Sylvan Cheney answered a phone call.
It was from his subordinate.
"If they definitely can't find it in the woods, then find a way to search under the cliff, alive or dead, I must see a body," Sylvan's cold voice echoed down the corridor.
The door of the hospital room closed, and the sound gradually faded.
By the bedside, Ann Nolan looked sympathetically at Jasmine Yale.
