She crouched on the ground, the scorching sun above, the blazing sunlight shining on her slender body.
She vomited until she was dizzy, her hand supporting the ground. Suddenly, a dizziness came over her, her vision darkening, and she fainted.
A black Maybach abruptly stopped.
The driver got out of the car first, helped Jasmine Yale from the ground, and handed her a tissue and a cup of water.
The sun remained fiery hot.
In a daze, Jasmine Yale felt someone holding her, lifting her up from the ground.
The back door of the Maybach opened, and a tall, handsome, distinguished gentleman stepped out, his well-defined fingers opening a sunshade to cover Jasmine Yale's head.
He furrowed his brows, his angular face showing a stern expression, his eyes revealing depth and darkness, his ink-colored shirt and black trousers wrapping his perfect physique.
Under the scorching sun, he had a proud posture, forming an impressive scene.
