"Jasmine Yale, I'm laying it out here today. Think carefully. If you want money, you can call me anytime, and I'll pretend today's incident never happened," Erin Janus said. "Consider it wisely, whether to stay with a penniless pauper or take money from me. I can offer you eight figures."
"Eight figures? A million? Even if you give me nine figures or ten figures, the entire James Group headquarters, I wouldn't want it because to me, he is priceless." Jasmine Yale touched her belly, her tone calm and composed.
"Jasmine Yale, are you out of your mind?" Stacy widened her eyes at Jasmine Yale. "How could there be such a woman in this world? Are you so desperate for a man? Tell me what kind of man you want, and I'll find one for you!"
"You can leave now." Jasmine Yale planned to turn back. "Butler Santana, you see them out. If you can't, call the police; they wouldn't want to face that disgrace."
