Even though he was drunk, his gaze was incredibly sharp, like a knife slicing through.
Jasmine Yale leaned against the wall and gave a faint smile.
As she smiled, Sylvan Cheney let out a cold laugh.
"President, are you okay? I'll help you to the bed to rest, and I'll leave right away." The young girl looked quite nervous, "You're drunk, I really can't be at ease."
"Get out!" Sylvan Cheney's voice was cold and severe, his face looking unpleasant.
The young girl had never been scolded by a drunk person before, and her eyes immediately welled up with tears.
However, seeing Sylvan Cheney's gaze fixed on Jasmine Yale, she privately thought the scolding wasn't for her, but definitely for Jasmine Yale.
Definitely, the President hadn't scolded her all along the way, but the moment Jasmine Yale showed up, the President's mood turned sour. It must be that Jasmine Yale had offended the President.
