Jasmine Yale smiled and shook her head, "No, I still have some things to do."
"Your company is really something else, even on vacation they make you work. I've never seen such an inhuman company," Butler Santana couldn't help but complain.
Once Jasmine entered the bedroom, she wasn't in the mood to sleep. She sat on the balcony, looking at the dark night outside and the bright stars.
The nights here aren't as beautiful as at the Cheney Residence, she kind of missed the spacious terrace there.
That terrace is the best place to view the night sky.
She sat on the rattan chair in her pajamas, with a cup of steaming hot water at hand.
Actually, where was the mind to work?
She tossed the notebook aside, too lazy to get anything done.
She really wanted to just sit on the balcony all night, listening to the wind. If that was possible, at least her mind would be at peace.
The phone suddenly rang, disrupting the silence.
Jasmine looked down at the number, it was Erin Janus.
