He did not fail to notice the panicked expression on her face, nor the sweat on her forehead.
He had not anticipated that she, all by herself, had the capability to find this place on foot.
Staring at her intensely for a while, Jasmine Yale felt incredibly uneasy, a chill running down her spine.
Was he going to scold her?
Or make her stand as a punishment?
A few minutes later, Sylvan Cheney took out a card from his suit pocket and handed it to her, "Use this to enter, someone will take you to my office."
The cold card landed in her palm, carrying his scent.
She clenched it tightly, nodding her head.
"Go inside."
"Oh." Jasmine Yale bounced into the building, he did not scold her, but let her in instead.
It was only after she walked away that Sylvan Cheney settled back into his car.
Jasmine Yale didn't expect his card to be so effective. Just as she handed it over, a group of pretty colleagues surrounded her, escorting her to Sylvan Cheney's office.
