Though the man had aged, his facial contours were very similar to Will Caddel, making it apparent that he must have resembled Will quite a bit when he was younger.
Jasmine Yale paused her steps and did not advance further; instead, she smiled and nodded slightly, signaling, "President Caddel."
The secretary stepped forward and whispered two sentences in the man's ear. He nodded and waved, "You all can leave."
The women smoking reluctantly stood up, cast another glance at Jasmine Yale, and twisted their waists as they left the private room.
In an instant, everyone in the room had left, leaving only Jasmine Yale and President Caddel.
President Caddel's face was expressionless as he smoked, gazing at Jasmine Yale, staring at her with an unfathomable look in his eyes.
The private room was silent, and even the music was turned off, allowing the sound of the rain outside to be heard. The lighting remained ambiguous, a blend of colorful lights.
