Jasmine Yale heard the foreign woman call her "Miss Han," Miss Harry?
Her fingers caressed the glass as she slightly looked up.
Three women brushed past her and headed toward the VIP seating.
As expected, Miss Harry and her friends took the seats Jasmine had just vacated, Sylvan Cheney's exclusive VIP spot.
They sat on the couch, ordered drinks, and chatted jovially.
Jasmine lowered her head and silently played with her phone.
She opened Tetris and began stacking the blocks.
It had been a long time since she last played the game, merely to pass the time while waiting for Joe Heath.
One piece, two pieces, three pieces…
There was no ripple in Jasmine's eyes.
The middle-aged man was clearly at the golf course to network; he lit up the moment he saw Joan Harry.
His mistress whispered, "I heard she's Mr. Cheney's girlfriend, the real deal."
"Really? What's her background?"
