The servants at the Cheney Residence mostly recognized Jasmine Yale, and someone immediately notified Butler Santana.
Butler Santana hurried out and, sure enough, it was Jasmine Yale.
"Miss Yale, are you looking for Mr. Cheney?"
Jasmine Yale nodded, "Is he at home?"
"He's at home, but Mr. Cheney has gone to the garage to get his car, seems like he's about to leave."
"About to leave? Then I..."
Before she could finish her sentence, a blue Lamborghini drove out.
Sylvan Cheney seldom drove sports cars, so it seemed he wasn't leaving for work today.
Jasmine Yale quickly walked to the gate and stopped his car.
Sylvan stepped on the brake.
Jasmine Yale walked around to the driver's side window.
The window slowly rolled down.
Today, Sylvan was indeed dressed casually, in a white leisure suit and black sunglasses, not wearing a tie.
If it wasn't for his unchanged appearance, Jasmine would have hardly recognized him.
She felt a sudden sense of strangeness and distance.
