Chapter 217: The Woman Who Served Him
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Cold sweat broke out on her back.
She held her breath, listening to their conversation.
“Sylvan Cheney sure is quick. Has the kid been released?”
“Cash for the person, hand in hand.”
“Has the money been verified?”
“Checked, it’s good.”
“Alright, then let the boys know to prepare to leave! As for the other thing, the person in the room will take the fall for us! Haha!”
Jasmine Yale knew they were talking about Hans Colin.
“Alright.” The man obediently responded.
The second eldest lit a cigarette, “By the way, where’s the money?”
“Our brothers in the back have it. They’ll be here soon.”
“So, Sylvan Cheney didn’t hesitate at all?”
“Yeah, he left with his son immediately. After all, to Mr. Cheney, eighty million is just a drop in the bucket.”
“Haha, so this woman really isn’t worth much to him. He can’t even part with ten million. Tsk tsk.” He kicked Jasmine Yale again.
Her heart settled down.
As long as little Chaley is safe, everything is okay.
And her, she deserves to be punished for her misdeeds. Consider it punishment.
In Sylvan Cheney’s heart, she certainly isn’t worth ten million.
“Second eldest, ten million is a high price. We can try to negotiate for five million.”
The second eldest took a drag on his cigarette and pondered, “You’re right. Five million… Sylvan Cheney might be willing to pay that.”
“You’re thinking too much. In Sylvan Cheney’s eyes, I’m worthless.” Jasmine Yale laughed bitterly.
“Whoa, Mr. Cheney is really heartless. He won’t even pay a dime for a woman who has served him?” The second eldest mocked.
“If you don’t believe it, you can try.” Jasmine Yale smiled.
“Second eldest, let’s give it a try.”
“Forget it, let’s not test it. Let’s bail quickly. If Sylvan Cheney shows up, we’re done for!” The second eldest hollered, “Call our brothers, tell them to hurry back.”
But at this moment, Jasmine Yale’s phone rang!
The sound of the phone ringing in the empty place was like a ghost, especially terrifying.
Everyone was startled for a moment, especially the men with masks.
Jasmine Yale’s heart jumped, her palms were sweaty.
For a moment, everyone was terrified.
A man took Jasmine’s phone. It was a call from Sylvan Cheney.
He turned on the speaker, and Sylvan’s low and icy voice came out.
“Second elder, see, I told you. This lady is so beautiful. Mr. Cheney can’t just not want her,” the man lowered his voice trying to please, “Second elder, name your price.”
Jasmine Yale suddenly wanted to laugh. Should she be grateful that Sylvan Cheney still cared?
The second eldest chuckled smugly: “Mr. Cheney, still thinking about the adult? Ten million.”
“Ten million is fine, but I need to be sure that the woman is worth me spending ten million.” Sylvan Cheney scoffed.
What does Sylvan Cheney mean by that??? Jasmine Yale heard and wondered.
“Mr. Cheney, don’t you know your own woman?”
“Give her the phone.”
The second eldest handed the phone to Jasmine Yale’s ear.
“Sylvan Cheney.” Jasmine Yale called out, choking back tears, “I’m sorry. I’ll deal with the consequences of my mistakes.”
“Do you want me to save you?”
“…” Jasmine Yale bit her lips tightly.
Everyone’s afraid of dying, and so was she.
“Mr. Cheney, do I have to beg you?”
She didn’t expect him to make her beg in front of these people.
It’s like making her strip naked in public!
Jasmine Yale bit her lip, biting it hard.
Her heart seemed to skip a beat, feeling as if a million bees were buzzing in her