"What are you talking about?" Boyce pushed Armand away.
Armand waved his hand at Jasmine, "I'm leaving. You can let Boyce take you to play with us if you are
free."
After that, before Boyce got angry, he quickly got into the car, and then quickly drove the car away.
Boyce stroked his forehead and explained, "Sorry, he just likes to talk nonsense."
Jasmine stood under the street light and turned her head to look at Boyce with a cold face, "I didn't take
it personally. I appreciate what you just did. If it wasn't for you just now, I'm afraid ... Well, thank you
very much, but I don't want to see you again in the future."
She shrugged and said, "Goodbye."
After saying that, she turned around and walked along the street. Originally, she had a good feeling
about this mature and righteous man, but she didn't have a crush on him. It was his charm that made
her feel comfortable.
But today they met for the second time on such an occasion. The good feeling she had for him when
she first met him was gone after this meeting. He turned out to be a hypocrite, too.
Boyce frowned. What had he done wrong?
It wasn't that he couldn't accept this attitude of Jasmine. He just wanted to find out why she treated him
with such antipathy. So, he caught up with her, "You don't have to thank me. Without your mother's
request, I wouldn't have bothered with your business. There are so many people on the wrong path
every day. How many of them can I stop? Everyone's life is their own choice."
Jasmine stopped and turned to look at him, "My mother asked you to do this?"
Her mother was the person she was most attached to and closest to in the world. Every time her
mother was mentioned, it was always hard for her to hide the pain in her heart.
Although she acted calmly, she was still young after all. Even though she suffered a lot and became
mature early, she was too young in front of Boyce.
She thought she was calm enough. But in fact, her eyes had already betrayed her.
Boyce said indifferently, "Yes, she said it's hard for you to support yourself alone in this city, so she
asked me to take care of you. Do you think I care about everything?"
After saying that, he raised his head, his dark eyes bright. His straight body looked imposing under the
colorful light, "You are a girl, so be careful all the time. You won't have such good luck every time." After
saying that, he paused for a moment, "I don't like people talking to me in a weird way."
Jasmine pursed her lips, trying to say sorry, but she couldn't say it. She could only stand in place with
her hands clasped helplessly.
"Why did you come here?" Boyce asked.
He didn't mean anything. He just asked out of his sense of responsibility. He knew it wasn't easy for her
to support herself as a college student who hadn't graduated yet. He promised her mother that he
would help her out when she was in trouble, so he asked.
Jasmine bowed her head and said, "It's nothing."
Although she didn't have a job yet or a steady source of income and had to earn money by doing part-
time jobs, she had her pride. She didn't want to show her distress in front of others.
Boyce didn't force her. Everyone had pride.
He reached out, "Do you have a cell phone?"
"What do you want?" Jasmine was defensive instinctively. She stared at him with wide, wary eyes.
Boyce let out a laugh, "If you were always this vigilant, you wouldn't have put yourself in such a
predicament just now. I asked for your phone because I wanted you to save my number. You can call
me when you're in trouble. Don't think too much about it. I don't mean anything. I just promised your
mother and I don't want to break my promise to her."
Jasmine hesitated and didn't want to take out her phone. Boyce frowned, "You don't trust me?"
He hated to force people, "All right, be careful when you go back alone. I'm leaving."
After that, he strode across the street, ready to hail a taxi to the office. Matthew was waiting for him. He
must have something to tell him.
He didn't have time for this.
"Well, wait," Jasmine called out to him suddenly. Boyce turned around. The girl under the street light
was thin, not very tall, and her skin was quite fair, but her eyes under her eyebrows made her as lively
as a fairy.
"You can tell me your phone number. I can remember it."
Boyce then realized that she didn't mean to keep her phone out, but she probably didn't have one. After
pondering for a while, he still gave her his phone number and said, "This world is wonderful and there
are many temptations. It's up to you to choose what kind of path you want to take, but you must think
clearly before you make your choice."
He didn't know this girl well. What he could do to help her was ultimately limited. Her future was up to
her, so he could only give her advice.
At that moment, here came a taxi. He reached out to stop the taxi. After opening the door, he looked up
at her, "Be careful."
After saying that, he bent down and sat in the car.
Jasmine stood at the roadside, watching the taxi drive away, and shouted, "I will remember that."
She didn't know if Boyce could hear her. She just wanted to tell him that out of courtesy.
Boyce heard her. But instead of lowering the window to give a response, he told the driver that he was
going to WY Tower.
At this time, the financial business district became very quiet and not as tense and pressing as it was
during the day. People on this street walked faster than usual during the day. But such a bustling place
was also left with colorful neon lights flashing alone at night.
Boyce paid and got out of the car, stepped into the elevator, and went straight to the top floor.
Only the lights of Matthew's office were still on. He pushed the door and walked in.
Matthew stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. The light from across the river threw a hazy glow
over him. Armand sat on the couch, legs crossed, half-squinting his eyes to rest.
"Declan will definitely have someone investigate what I just said. You find someone to follow the people
he sends out, and by the way, give him some clues from time to time."
Boyce knew what could and could not be found out by Declan. They just needed to convince Declan
that Jeffery approached him to kidnap Victoria because he didn't want to get into trouble again.
And how to make him believe it lay in letting him know that Jeffery had something to do with Eddie
ending up in this situation.
Almost everyone knew about Jeffery and Eddie's relationship. They were very close. If Eddie's downfall
was related to Jeffery, Declan might be convinced that Jeffery was using him.
By then, the dog-eat-dog show would be great.
"Leave it to me." Boyce had already thought about it. It wasn't hard to give some fake news to Declan's
men.
Matthew's voice was flat, "Well, be careful. Don't let him find out."
"Understood," Boyce said.
He sat on the couch and looked at Matthew's back, wanting to say something but ultimately saying
nothing. He was about to ask Matthew if they should show Jeffery any mercy. After all, it had something
to do with Dolores.
However, once he thought about Dolores' departure, he seemed to understand why she left. She
probably just didn't want Matthew to feel embarrassed about her relationship with Jeffery.
Since they had all made their decisions, he shouldn't say anything more.
"You guys just go back," Matthew standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window said indifferently.
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