Chapter 2516: Unzipping Her Dress

How could she not recognize that voice.

Jasmine Yale struggled desperately, trying to pull her arm away, but he pressed down hard, lifting her arm and pinning it firmly against the door.

The delicate and slender Jasmine Yale was no match for him.

His chest pressed down, his face inching closer to hers, in the darkness, his heavy breathing mingling with an aura Jasmine couldn’t quite grasp.

Jasmine turned her face away, avoiding his touch.

In the darkness, she frowned deeply, her expression full of disdain.

"Jasmine Yale, I told you to stay away from Will Caddel. Are you ignoring my words?" Sylvan Cheney’s low roar echoed in her ear.

The suite was too quiet, dark and heavy.

It was this extreme silence that amplified Sylvan Cheney’s voice countless times.

Jasmine’s heart trembled, nearly leaping out of her throat.

Anger and embarrassment surged simultaneously, clogging her throat; she trembled with fury, almost unable to speak a word.

Unease and pain spread through her limbs and body, even her blood seemed to stop flowing.

"Sylvan Cheney... why are you still here... I’ve said everything I needed to say..." She trembled all over, her rage was intense, even her voice shook, "Can you just go away..."

"Jasmine Yale, what are you after with Will Caddel? I told you, sticking with someone like him won’t end well for you!"

"And what about with you? Did it end well following you?"

"Jasmine Yale, stop being so stubborn! One day you’ll hit rock bottom and realize how foolish you’ve been!"

"Get away... don’t touch me, just go away!" Jasmine screamed hysterically, "Sylvan Cheney, we have nothing to do with each other anymore, what right do you have to lecture me? What right do you have to touch me? What kind of person do you take me for?"

"Has Will Caddel touched you?" In the darkness, Sylvan Cheney exerted pressure, gripping her wrist, his whole body pressing onto hers.

"Sylvan Cheney, do you have the right to question me? Go sober up if you’ve been drinking, go find your wife if you need a woman. Do you have to cling to me? My career is just picking up, my future is just beginning, are you going to ruin it again? Can you not stand seeing me do well? You want to drive me to desperation and then look at me with pity and disdain, is that it? When will you respect me?"

Jasmine’s voice was shaking, her hysterical shouts echoed in the suite, even scaring herself.

Originally, she had been having fun that evening.

"Jasmine Yale, leave Will Caddel, leave ZR, and don’t step into the financial circle again, and I won’t appear before you."

"What’s the reason, hmm?"

"How many times have I told you, in this circle, you can’t tell who is friend and who is foe, you won’t even know how you die! If you want to go far, there’re only two paths: either become complicit and accept the unspoken rules or climb up by your looks, attaching yourself to power! Do you want the second path? Jasmine Yale, are you mad!"

"Sylvan Cheney, you’re drunk, just go away."

"Jasmine Yale, did you hear what I said? Eh?"

"I heard it, will you get lost already? Just leave!"

In the dark, a tear slipped from the corner of her eye.

But the night was too dark, the room too dim, no one could see where that tear fell.

Sylvan Cheney seemed drunk, he pressed hard against Jasmine Yale, refusing to let go, his other hand actually reached for her face, attempting to unzip her dress.

"Don’t touch me, Sylvan Cheney, don’t touch me!"