When a man has money, he starts to get conceited.
This grandson of his is no exception, rotten to the core!
Spencer Childe's hand pulled the trigger, aiming at Jasmine Yale's temple.
Jasmine Yale felt something hard pressed against her head and slowly closed her eyes.
Rainwater flowed down her face, she wasn't crying at this moment. In fact, she knew from the moment Spencer Childe's men took her that she wouldn't see tomorrow's sun.
Endless darkness, chilling cold rain.
She was waiting for the sound of the gunshot.
Once it fired, everything would be over.
From then on, there would be no more Jasmine Yale.
From then on, she wouldn't have to carry her past, nor would she have any distances between her and Sylvan Cheney.
It's just a pity that they'll be separated by life and death. On future Qingming Festivals, she would come to visit him... is that alright...?
The cemetery became silent in an instant, everyone held their breath, no one dared to utter a word.
