"What?" His deep voice sounded.
"I... where are you?" Despite the noise around her, Jasmine Yale caught this voice she was most familiar with, and her heart suddenly settled.
"What's wrong?"
"I..."
"It's noisy on your end, I can't hear what you're saying. Find a quiet place to talk to me. I'm a bit busy now, I'll hang up first."
After he finished, Sylvan Cheney hung up the phone.
Jasmine Yale's words hadn't even left her lips before they were swallowed back.
Her body involuntarily stiffened, and a stunned expression flashed in her eyes.
A quiet place? But she wanted him to take her out...
She couldn't get out.
This dark, pressing crowd gave her a nameless sense of panic.
Jasmine covered her stomach, not daring to step forward, not daring to look at the crowd, there were so many people, really so many.
The last time she saw such a bustling crowd was probably back home.
