"Leave the financial circle, I can help you find a job." Sylvan Cheney looked at her indifferently, "What do you like?"
Jasmine Yale lifted her head, her eyes somewhat hazy with intoxication, looking at him.
After a long while, she sneered, "What identity will you use to help me find a job? Or do you pity me because we've slept together a few times? Sylvan Cheney, listen well, I found this job myself. No matter how difficult, no matter how unlucky the road ahead might be, I don't need your help. You just get out of my world, disappear in front of me, understood?"
Sylvan Cheney's eyes were filled with deep anger, "Jasmine Yale, don't forget, you still have a daughter. Do you want to set a degenerate example for her? Hmm?"
"What I do with my daughter is none of your business! Don't use my daughter against me. I will be fully responsible, I will take good care of her, I will be a good mother!"
"A good mother?" Sylvan sneered, "Letting her watch you juggle different men?"
