"I'm at your apartment, are you busy?" Jasmine Yale said calmly, her face unusually serene.
The housekeeper in the bathroom was taken aback, she looked incredulously at Jasmine Yale, she didn't expect Jasmine to actually dare to call Mr. Cheney!
This woman!
"I'm at the office, is there something wrong?"
"I came to the apartment to pick up some things I forgot to take last time. I happened to meet the housekeeper you hired, and we got into a quarrel. She insists that I stole your things."
Before Sylvan Cheney could speak, the middle-aged woman jumped out, shouting, "Mr. Cheney, that's not true, Mr. Cheney, I saw her steal your things, she even took the pen from your table!"
Jasmine Yale glanced at her, avoided her, and walked towards the balcony.
