Jasmine Yale's legs felt a bit sore, perhaps from standing too long in the parking lot.
She gripped the umbrella tightly, keeping the rain from hitting her body.
If she got wet, she would catch a cold.
She couldn't afford to catch a cold.
The roadside green trees rustled in the wind, some leaves falling down at Jasmine Yale's feet.
Jasmine Yale held the umbrella and wrapped her small jacket tightly around her.
She lowered her head and walked forward, but before she had gone too far, a black Maybach stopped beside her.
Jasmine Yale was stunned for a moment, then quickly jumped aside to make way.
Sylvan Cheney lowered the car window, frowning: "Get in the car!"
Jasmine stood still, her gaze wavering as she looked at Sylvan Cheney.
It was him, indeed.
"Are you getting in or not? I don't want to say it a second time."
Jasmine hastily nodded: "Yes, yes."
Her heart leapt, she didn't expect him to come out, didn't expect him to agree.
