As soon as the middle-aged man left, Yasmin walked towards the man and said with a sneer: "Huh... Your men are really loyal to you."
They could ignore what others said, but they would listen to him.
"If he wasn't a loyal servant, do you think he could stay with me?" The man sat on the fabric sofa with his legs crossed, his eyes moving from the book to the approaching Yasmin.
Seeing the man's face, Yasmin was stunned.
His facial features were clear and deep, like a Greek sculpture, and his sharp black eyes were like poisonous needles that made people dare not look directly at him.
Yasmin had seen too many dangerous men, and the first thing she felt about him was extreme danger. Unlike Franklin, who was cold but tender, he was like a cheetah, with danger hidden in his calmness.
"Ms. Yasmin, are you satisfied with my appearance? How does it compare to Franklin?" After being stared at by her for a long time, the man asked and smiled.
