"Jasmine Yale, I've met you three times, and each time you've left a terrible impression on me. The first time, you fell down under the sun, and later I heard you did it on purpose to gain my attention and smoothly enter the James Group. Jasmine Yale, I'm telling you, I don't like employees who play these tricks. You don't need to come to work tomorrow." Sylvan Cheney spoke harshly, clearly angry.
Jasmine Yale was stunned for a moment, deliberately fell down?
She gave a bleak smile, then suddenly lifted her head, looking at his unpleasant expression.
"So the president of the James Group is just someone who sees wind and assumes rain, listening to rumors instead of trusting his own judgment. Why would you think that I, a pregnant woman, would risk falling just for a job? Sorry, but both the job and you are not as important as my baby in my eyes."
The light in Jasmine Yale's eyes dimmed as she tried to shake off Sylvan Cheney's hand.
