Under the dim lighting, she was evidently like a frightened cat, curling up her body, letting the drugs storm within her.
"President Caddel, she is your son's secretary, but that doesn't mean she's yours. Jasmine Yale, do you want to go with him? Hmm?"
"No, no..." She shook her head, only having enough strength left to shake her head.
If Sylvan Cheney hadn't held her waist, she would have collapsed to the ground.
The power of the drug was too strong.
Her mind was already starting to get fuzzy, her whole self not clear, dazed and muddled, with only the sound of two men speaking and the tense pressure in her ears.
"President Caddel, don't do something that forces others into difficult situations. When a person reaches a certain age, committing a crime and leaving a stain would be unsightly. This is UT, not your Kong Hong." Sylvan Cheney warned with each word.
