Jasmine Yale scratched several bloody marks across Sylvan Cheney's neck with her hand!
Her blow was very heavy, nearly merciless.
Sylvan Cheney winced in pain and let go of her.
But his broad hand tightly pressed down on her shoulders without loosening!
He looked at her, and she looked back at him.
The air was permeated with a bloody scent and a cold breath, as the temperature plummeted.
Jasmine Yale felt that her relationship with Sylvan Cheney might only ever be like this.
He would not accommodate her, much less compromise with her. He would only take harsh measures and use methods she detested.
Afterwards, as if nothing had happened, he would come to coax her with a few words.
Now, with Little Chale gone, she felt even more disheartened.
"Jasmine Yale, I won't let you go to UT, that's my bottom line," Sylvan Cheney said coldly.
