The crowd still wanted to tease Jasmine Yale, but Jasmine just smiled without taking it to heart, yet she felt a bit uneasy.
Will Caddel had gone out for so long, why hadn't he returned? It was still raining outside, and it was getting late.
At close to eleven-thirty, Jasmine Yale suggested ending the dinner party.
"Everyone, I'm sorry, but our CEO has some matters to attend to and can't come. Let me escort you downstairs," Jasmine Yale stood up.
The other guests, somewhat tipsy and indifferent, responded, "Alright, Secretary Yale escorting us is just as good."
Jasmine Yale walked them all the way down to the hotel's entrance, watching as their cars slowly drove away.
Rain fell heavily outside, droplets splatting onto the ground; looking out, everything was shrouded in a foggy mist, even the building opposite was indistinct.
An autumn rain brings a chill; once this rain stops, a cold wave follows.
