The group is quite far from the entertainment city.
The car shuttled through the rain along the way, like a black swift, breaking through the curtains.
Jasmine Yale placed the documents on her lap, quietly reciting some professional financial terminology.
"How do you pronounce this?" Jasmine Yale pointed at a word and looked up, seeking help from Sylvan Cheney.
Sylvan Cheney turned his head, his deep and stern eyes meeting Jasmine Yale's crystal-clear gaze.
How do you pronounce this...
How do you pronounce...
A sudden, dull ache throbbed in his head.
Overlapping images swept over his mind like a flood.
Sylvan Cheney frowned tightly, his eyes gleaming with restrained luster.
"Hmm? Even the CEO can't pronounce it?" Jasmine Yale noticed he hadn't spoken for a while.
Sylvan Cheney suppressed the agitation in his chest and the unbearable headache, shouting at her, "Get closer so I can see!"
