"You'd better comply with me; I do have a temper, and you haven't witnessed it in my spirited younger days. I also don't want you to witness it." Beneath his refined glasses was a ruthless gaze.
As he spoke, Jasmine Yale cried out "Help," trying to grab onto anything she could.
She wouldn't submit.
His offer was tempting—marriage, money, status—but she still wouldn't yield.
She didn't want any of it.
"Help, save me..."
"No one is going to save you. Let go. If you get hurt, I'll be heartbroken. I'm telling you, my eldest son won't come over; he's handed you over to me. You'd better give up, or you'll be hurt badly. In comparison, aside from age, it seems following me is a hundred times, a thousand times better than being with him."
"Navy Caddel, even if I crash into this wall today, I won't be with you!"
"Heh." The man sneered, "You won't crash; you have a daughter who's still in need."
Jasmine Yale was startled and suddenly weakened completely.
