With his eyes closed, Sylvan Cheney was drunk, and it was unclear if it was a headache or something else, but his brow was tightly furrowed.
Exhausted from the chaos, he stopped making noise and leaned back on the sofa.
The room was filled with the smell of alcohol, and the floor was a mess, strewn with bottles, wine glasses, and spilled red wine. Things had been smashed too, but luckily there were no valuables in the room.
Several burly Americans watched Sylvan Cheney intently, preventing him from smashing things again.
Jasmine Yale couldn't stand the chaotic smell, so she stood carefully at the door, glancing at Kade Yuvan and Sylvan Cheney.
Sylvan Cheney probably hadn't realized she had arrived, as he kept his eyes shut and said nothing.
Kade Yuvan looked at the bodyguards and asked, "When is your boss coming? I'll stay to negotiate the compensation, but let's let our president go home first."
The tall men exchanged glances with each other, not giving a clear answer.
