"Don't let Mr. Cheney know." Lilac Serval added a few words indifferently.
"Why..." Jasmine Yale's palms were sweaty, and her eyes looked unnatural. She gazed at Lilac Serval, trying to read something from her face, "What are you and Charles Mcintosh planning to do?"
"Rest assured, we're capable of handling it. You and Mr. Cheney will just be leaving for a while. Once we've sorted everything out here, you can come back."
"Then why don't you discuss it with Mr. Cheney instead of coming to me?"
"If Mr. Cheney knew that Charles Mcintosh and I took this on ourselves, he would never agree, so Charles Mcintosh asked me to come to you."
Shock was written all over Jasmine Yale's face.
She knew Lilac Serval wouldn't lie to her, but...
"Charles Mcintosh has arranged the plane tickets. What you need to do is simple; just administer the medicine to Mr. Cheney, then call me. We'll take care of the rest..." Lilac Serval was very calm.
Jasmine Yale still couldn't believe it.
