Chapter 2479: Fallen to Climbing Into Men’s Beds

She was just standing by the sink, running water, oblivious to the noises outside the door.

Water droplets splashed onto her long lashes, and as her eyelids slightly quivered, the droplets rolled into the sink.

Her freshly touched-up makeup was ruined again, and her heart beat erratically, several times as if it would jump out of her throat.

The churning sensation in her stomach subsided a bit.

Just then, the bathroom door was pushed open and quickly locked from the inside.

Jasmine Yale was startled, looked up, and saw Sylvan Cheney’s silhouette in the mirror.

His suit was wrinkled, his tie askew, yet his cold, reserved expression remained unchanged.

Sylvan Cheney took two steps towards her, his icy gaze falling on her back, colder than the water from the faucet.

Jasmine Yale reached out to turn off the faucet, propped herself up on the sink, and remained silent.

She hadn’t expected to run into him at such an embarrassing moment, while he looked as polished and superior as always.

Jasmine Yale looked at her reflection in the mirror with indifference, lowered her head, and pulled out her makeup to touch up.

Sylvan Cheney walked to her side, his gaze landing on her work badge on her chest.

For a moment, the bathroom was utterly silent.

"Don’t recognize me? Why aren’t you speaking?" Sylvan Cheney raised his head, looking at her, his thin lips pressed together.

"CEO Cheney, this is the ladies’ room."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Sylvan Cheney grabbed her slender arm, pulling her in front of him, facing him directly.

Their distance was very close, so close that Sylvan Cheney could see the water droplets on her eyelashes.

"I told you a long time ago, the financial circle is full of intrigue, filthy to the core, people doing anything for money, yet you still dive into it!" Sylvan Cheney looked at her, his eyes filled with brooding darkness and rolling displeasure.

ZR Group, a long-standing financial firm in Cakago.

A few years ago, its financial chain was broken, experiencing a downturn, even nearing bankruptcy, but has recently revived.

Such a resurrected company most needs strategy and sophistication to survive.

Jasmine Yale’s arm was tightly clutched by him, painfully grasped.

She frowned, struggling, "Let go of me, I’m just trying to find a job to make a living, what right do you have to judge me?"

"Just a job? There are so many jobs in the world, so many suitable for women, yet you choose the financial sector? Hmm?"

"Are there no women in finance? If they can do it, why can’t I? Sylvan Cheney, you have no right to control me, we’ve only known each other for a few months, don’t forget, you’re about to get married. I told you, stay away from me, don’t let your fiancée hurt me because of you again."

"You really won’t listen, if you keep mingling in this circle, sooner or later you’ll fall to the point of climbing into a man’s bed!" Sylvan Cheney gripped her slender arm tightly!

"Whether I fall or not, what does it have to do with you? As long as I’m not climbing into your bed, right? Don’t worry, I won’t be a homewrecker, even if I climb into a man’s bed, it will be a single, widowed one. A CEO like you, I wouldn’t want."

"Jasmine Yale, you really are falling!"

"Sylvan Cheney, you have no right to say this to me, you shouldn’t have saved me just now, or you could’ve watched as another man had his way with me."

"Are you crazy!"

"I’m not crazy, I’m just heartless." Jasmine Yale struggled with her arm, "Let go of me."