Jasmine Yale sat dazed on the balcony for half a day.
The rain outside had also been falling all day long.
Butler Santana truly couldn't bear to see it any longer. What in the world was Mr. Cheney so busy with?
Hadn't he vowed to take good care of Jasmine Yale? Why hadn't he even called her while away on a business trip?
After sitting for half a day, Jasmine Yale finally came to her senses. She ate the white fungus soup Butler Santana had cooked for her, then opened the documents and materials in her hands, marking them diligently.
Rainy days are really troublesome; you can't go outside.
She bowed her head and silently turned the pages of the documents, calculating one by one from asset evaluation to building area.
She wasn't good at math.
But there's nothing that is inherently bad; as long as you are willing to work hard later, anything can be made up for.
Now, she was quite adept at these calculations.
