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Therefore, Little Chale must be a little angel sent to her from heaven.

After playing with Little Chale for a while, Jasmine Yale noticed the time and decided to bring him down.

“Where is your Uncle Cheney?”

“On the tenth floor.”

“Okay, I’ll take you back.”

“Jasy, aren’t you staying?”

“Nope, Jasy needs to go home and go to work tomorrow.”

“Jasy works so hard.”

“It’s not hard, Jasy likes to work, that way I can buy pretty clothes for Little Chale.”

“Jasy, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The two of them held hands on their way to the elevator.

People at the VIP elevator entrance were all respectful when seeing Chale Cheney, directly opening the elevator and escorting them up.

In fact, Jasmine wanted to tell the little fellow to stop sending her roses every day.

However, children’s hearts are relatively fragile.

She was afraid that Little Chale might think she didn’t like them.

Every time, the words were on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed them back down.

Let him send them, she thought. She would send him something in return another day.

The elevator stopped at the tenth floor.

Jasmine had heard that the tenth floor was the exclusive VIP floor, and those who were on it were wealthy and influential people.

“1088, that’s the room.” Chale Cheney pointed.

“Alright, I’ll leave you with your Uncle Cheney, you must be well-behaved.”

“Okay!”

She rang the doorbell.

No one answered.

Jasmine rang the bell again.

Still, there was no response.

Huh???

Could she be interrupting Sylvan Cheney’s private time? Was he in the middle of some indescribable activity?

“Did your Uncle Cheney bring someone into the room?” Jasmine asked Little Chale cautiously.

Chale Cheney shook his head: “I don’t know.”

Fearing the door might open to an unseemly scene, Jasmine turned to a maid.

“Could you please take the child to play for a while?”

“Yes, miss.”

Chale Cheney thought that Jasy wanted to be alone with Elder Cheney and obediently followed the maid away.

As soon as Chale Cheney had left, Jasmine knocked forcefully on the door!

The door opened.

But she hadn’t expected so many people to be inside!

This was not a room, it was a private lounge!

There was a table with four men playing cards and several women were watching.

“Ahem.”

The lounge was filled with smoke and each woman had a tall glass in their hand, seductively feeding the man next to her from time to time.

Of those four men, one was Sylvan Cheney.

Jasmine’s first reaction was relief. Thank goodness she had asked the maid to take Little Chale away.

Her second reaction was, turns out Sylvan Cheney also plays cards?

Having spent twelve years together, her impression of him was… handsome, aloof, abstinent, clean.

Twelve years and she still didn’t know him at all.

Sylvan Cheney’s hands were very good-looking, slender and fair with distinct knuckles.

He held his cards in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

When the door opened, Sylvan saw her.

“Yo, who invited this little princess? She looks rather innocent.”

The man opposite Sylvan looked at Jasmine and cheerfully called out.

All eyes fell on Jasmine then.

Intrigued, curious, impudent.

Jasmine awkwardly held onto the door: “I’m looking for Mr. Cheney.”

“I thought so. Mr. Cheney never calls for women. So, this is his type.”

Sylvan gave Jasmine a look: “Come here.”

Jasmine scanned everyone in the room but didn’t move a step.

The women inside were sexy and voluptuous, each wearing low-cut dresses revealing a lot of skin.

She also disliked the smell of smoke and wrinkled her brows.

“When he calls you, you come. How dare you not give Mr. Cheney face?” a woman huffed coldly..