Ultimately, she had nowhere to retreat, her back against the cold wall.
Sylvan Cheney strode over, his leather shoes hitting the ground with a steady sound.
His footsteps halted in front of her.
"You've gotten quite capable," he said, looking at her with deep-set eyes, "what did you promise Cora Jorney?"
Jasmine Yale's hands were flat against the wall, her gaze darting around, afraid to meet his eyes.
It seems, he knew.
"Nothing," Jasmine Yale denied.
"Nothing? You managed to get the former Minister Harry, CEO Harry, to find someone for you. You must think you have quite the clout." Sylvan Cheney couldn't possibly believe her nonsense.
"If I say it's nothing, then it's nothing. I happened to meet Professor Jorney during my Jingcheng University interview, and we just hit it off, that's all."
"Is this how desperately you want to find your biological father?"
Sylvan Cheney took another step forward, closing the gap between them.
