He opened his arms, looking at Jasmine Yale: "Come on, there's still time to come to me now. What I've promised you, you won't lack anything. Marriage, status, money, and I'll be good to your daughter too. You have to trust me. Come on, come into my arms."
Jasmine Yale was in a daze, unable to clearly hear what he was saying.
But she wouldn't go with him.
She shook her head, continuously shaking her head.
"Hah, still not willing to come? Baby. Can this man give you what I've promised? Think clearly, you can't run away."
Navy Caddel got closer and closer, as if he was about to snatch Jasmine Yale away.
As he approached, Jasmine Yale trembled more fiercely.
In an instant, Sylvan Cheney said in a deep voice, "Hold me tight."
After speaking, he placed Jasmine Yale on the ground, almost simultaneously pulling out a gun from his pocket, aiming it precisely at Navy Caddel's temple.
His finger was on the trigger, his gaze filled with a vicious coldness.
