The company has nothing to do with her or Sylvan Cheney anymore.
She has only been there a handful of times, even though she misses it.
Not only now, but there will be no entanglements in the future either; she and Sylvan Cheney might settle in Cakago.
"Mr. Owen, I understand."
"Miss Yale, don't call me Mr. Owen, just call me Frederick or Little Fann." Frederick Owen was very polite on the other end.
"Alright..."
After hanging up the phone, Jasmine Yale felt slightly dazed.
The wind blew, bringing a bit of chill.
Jasmine Yale adjusted her coat, stood up, and slowly strolled in the park.
The leaves quietly spiraled down, disappearing with a gust of wind.
While walking, Jasmine Yale would casually buy groceries, saving Sylvan Cheney a lot of time.
She really enjoyed this carefree and simple life, probably what she had always longed for. However, the rise and fall happen in a moment, especially since Sylvan Cheney inherently belongs to the jungle of tigers and wolves.
