Early morning.
Jasmine Yale went to the bedroom to review a few project plans, then told a story to the baby.
Butler Santana was cooking lunch in the kitchen, and the aroma could be smelled throughout the house.
Sunlight streamed in from outside the curtains, illuminating the floor, filling the entire house with light.
Even though it was a rented place, Jasmine Yale felt it was quite cozy.
The window was open, a gentle breeze fluttering the curtains, inducing drowsiness, and carrying the most primitive scent of early autumn everywhere.
Just then, there was a knock on the door!
Butler Santana heard it first and opened the door.
"Who are you looking for?" Butler Santana stared at the two women outside—she didn't recognize them.
"Is Jasmine Yale living here?" Stacy crossed her arms, giving a cold glance around. "I'm her colleague. Tell her to come out!"
