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Especially the shopping mall near the cafe was a frequented place for many stars and wealthy people.

When Jasmine Yale was an intern, she did lots of news reporting in that place!

Night had fallen, the sky cloaked in darkness.

Hourglass Cafe, table 19.

When Jasmine Yale arrived, Lana Fern wasn’t there yet.

She ordered a cappuccino while she waited for Lana, always maintaining a high level of vigilance in her heart.

The table she chose was by a window, at a great angle, providing a clear view of everything outside.

The atmosphere of the cafe was tranquil, each corner filled with the rich aroma of coffee.

Slow tunes of music began to play as soft orange light bathed the room, making time seem to slow down.

After ten minutes, Lana had yet to arrive.

Jasmine Yale idly stirred her coffee while blankly gazing outside.

The outside was brightly lit, especially the luxurious, glamorous mall nearby which was glittering with stars.

Suddenly, her eyes stung for a moment.

At the VIP entrance of the shopping mall, she saw a familiar car pull up!

The black Rolls-Royce, noble and understated, much like the king of the world, looking down upon everything.

Jasmine Yale’s hand, holding the coffee, twitched, spilling few drops of coffee.

She was all too familiar with this car.

The make, the license plate, and most importantly, the owner.

As expected, after the car came to a stop, she saw Sylvan Cheney step out.

He was dressed in a casual suit, an impeccably handsome face, a high and straight nose, his facial lines as if they were sculpted.

As always, Sylvan was calm, reserved, and noble.

The moment he stepped there, he instantly became the center of attention.

But, no one dared to gossip about Sylvan Cheney.

Under the deep night sky, his eyes appeared even more exquisite and low-key.

In the next moment, a woman dressed in a champagne-colored evening gown stepped out of his car.

The woman was tall, with a slender waist that would fit in the palm of a hand, just right.

She was wearing a champagne-colored evening gown, the neckline adorned with glittering diamonds, projecting a captivating gloss under the light.

This woman. Jasmine Yale didn’t recognize her.

But her facial features, slightly resembled Lana’s.

An oval face, willow leaf eyebrows, cherry red lips, light makeup, elegant, composed, her sapphire earrings subtly moving, akin to dazzling pearls in the darkness.

She was wearing beige high heels, although she was tall, standing next to Sylvan Cheney, she looked rather petite.

Most noticeably, she was very thin.

The moment she got out of the car, she looked up, smiling, and said something to Sylvan Cheney.

As for what she said, Jasmine Yale couldn’t possibly hear it.

But, the woman appeared to be gentle.

Jasmine Yale’s gaze fell upon them and stayed there for quite a while.

Soon, Sylvan Cheney and the woman strolled shoulder to shoulder towards the VIP area of the shopping mall.

By the time Jasmine Yale came back to her senses, they were nowhere to be seen.

The coffee had cooled down, no longer taste good.

She put down her spoon, pushed away the cup, her face was as tranquil as could be, revealing no emotions.

Just then, her phone on the table buzzed.

“Did you see it?” It was Lana Fern.

“Are you coming to the cafe or not?” Jasmine Yale asked indifferently.

As it turned out, Lana had called her to the cafe to witness this scene.

So what if she did see it?

“I’m upstairs in the mall, of course I won’t go down there.” Lana’s voice carried an aura of smugness, “Do you know who was with Mr. Cheney?”

“What business is it of mine?”

“Jasmine Yale, let’s not pretend. It hurts doesn’t it? Oh, how could I forget, you don’t care, you like being the other woman, right?” Lana was unforgiving, “But I warn you, don’t try to sabotage my sister and my brother-in-law’s relationship. Some women are just flings, but a wife, is irreplaceable..”