"Even if you're not pregnant, no one would be interested in you," Stacy said coldly. "You seductress, maybe you don't even know whose child you're carrying!"
Jasmine Yale chuckled lightly, "It's my beloved's, so what? Are you going to dig into the details?"
"I'm curious, do you have more lovers in your heart or in your bed?" Stacy took a drag of her cigarette and smiled charmingly.
"Is this considered personal attack on a company employee, or is that just your nature?" Jasmine laughed, "If there's nothing else to discuss, I'll leave now. The smoke is too strong, it's not good for my baby. Also, tell CEO Janus that even I, a pregnant woman, am a suspect; she seems to distrust CEO Cheney quite a lot."
"So arrogant," Stacy frowned, looking at Jasmine Yale.
Jasmine didn't say much more; there wasn't much left to say.
Being suspected wasn't something new for her.
