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Her bag was gone, but the lighter she had bought for Sylvan Cheney was still there.

Not a single word was said to her as the door was closed.

Where exactly was she? Was she still in Singapore? Was she really destined to die here?

No, she couldn’t. She was still young.

Even three years ago, she never once thought about dying. How could she possibly die so easily three years later?

When her company realizes she’s gone, surely they’ll come rescue her, right?

Jasmine was filled with uncertainty and fear, pacing back and forth in the room.

About half an hour later, she knocked on the door of her room.

A male bodyguard opened the door, looking displeased: “What is it?”

“I want to take a shower!” Jasmine yelled.

A maid rushed over: “I’ll take you there.”

Jasmine followed her, finally getting the chance to walk around the upper floor.

Fearing that Jasmine might attempt to escape, the maid warned her gruffly: “Don’t get any ideas. You can’t escape this place.”

“I know.” Jasmine followed her into the bathroom. “How many years have you been here?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Just making conversation. Is that not allowed? I’m bored. Or, perhaps you could have Chris Fern come talk to me.” Jasmine smiled nonchalantly.

Upon hearing Chris Fern’s name, the maid glared at her: “You think you can casually call the young master by name?!”

“Young Master? Oh, he’s pretty good looking, but he’s… very vicious. Do you like him?” Jasmine teased, glancing at the maid.

The young maid couldn’t handle this kind of joke and became serious immediately.

“You better watch your mouth!”

“I’m just making conversation! If you like him, be brave about it. A night with him might not be too bad.”

“What are you talking about?! Are you crazy? I would never like the young master! He has someone in his heart!” The maid lost her temper.

Jasmine had just been joking with her, but seeing her react so poorly, she felt bored.

The maid brought Jasmine a nightgown.

Jasmine glanced at her: “Why haven’t you left yet? Are you planning on showering with me?”

The maid was angry: “You woman, why do you speak like this? I have to watch you, in case you escape…”

“There is no window in the bathroom so how would I escape?” Jasmine found it amusing.

“What’s all the fuss about?”

Just then, a deep and hoarse voice rang out.

Jasmine squinted.

She hadn’t misheard, it was the same old man who had spoken to Chris Fern earlier.

As expected, the elderly man had difficulty walking. He was leaning on a cane and his brow furrowed.

For some reason, at first glance…

Jasmine felt that he resembled Sylvan Cheney.

Was he Yolanda Fern’s grandfather?

“Elder Childe.” The maid bowed her head.

Jasmine laughed: “Elder Childe?”

Spencer Childe took a look at Jasmine, his brows knotting.

This woman, she had no sense of respect.

“You’re Jasmine Yale?”

“Why does everyone keep asking me that? You guys were the ones who brought me here, weren’t you?” Jasmine sneered.

“You’ve got quite a sharp tongue, but that won’t get you anywhere in this place. Quiet down.” Spencer Childe commanded sternly, striking his cane emphatically.

Despite his age, he had quite a commanding presence when he spoke.

“Old man, did you bring me here to exchange my life for another’s? What if I refuse to operate on Yolanda Fern?” Jasmine looked at him.

She had no ties to Yolanda, why should she, Jasmine, be the one cast aside?

“It depends on whether you can get away or not!”