Pehry is quite satisfied with this result. He nods and says, "Alright."
"I'll pacify Miss Jasmine when she comes back to work. Mr. Pehry, what else can I do for you?" The
manager reports in detail.
However, once Pehry catches the word "pacify", he stiffens for a moment and puts down the beer can
before placing the phone back to his ear. "Who told you to pacify her? Just let her feel scared! If it
weren't for her audacity, how could she have guts to service that private room today?"
The manager reckons that Pehry must feel too concerned, so he adds, "Actually, it's not entirely Miss
Jasmine's fault. I'll talk to her later and she'll understand."
Pehry is rendered speechless. He really dislikes the occasional stubbornness and stupidity of his
subordinate. "Just follow my words! Don't pacify her. Why are you talking so many nonsenses?"
The manager doesn't know what he has said wrong, but he makes a quick response, "Sorry, Mr. Pehry.
I was thinking too much."
"Don't be so stupid!" Pehry snaps through his clenched teeth, "If you calm her down, how can I make
her obedient?"
This is a rare opportunity to him. He can't rescue her for nothing.
Only then does the manager understand Pehry's thought. He immediately observes three seconds of
silence for the pitiful and innocent Jasmine.
What a tragic girl! She actually falls into the hands of such an evil man like Mr. Pehry.
After hanging up, Pehry opens a can and pours the beer into his collected crystal glass.
When he was a teenager, he used to drink from cans. But when he is getting older, he pays more
attention to the containers.
As time passes, Pehry sits on the bar counter at home and drinks alone. He is used to living alone.
When he has no business affair outside, he enjoys drinking alone at night. After all, he feels more
comfortable to stay at home than be outside.
In fact, Jasmine takes a bath for only 30 minutes, but the journey from changing clothes to leaving the
room costs her nearly 20 minutes.
It is a huge difficulty for her to decide whether to come out or not. She keeps asking inwardly, ‘If I don’t
go out, will Pehry barge in? But if I go out, would I fall into danger?’
After nearly 15 minutes of hesitation, Jasmine finally makes up her mind to go out.
No matter what, she can't avoid some necessary misfortunes. They are both under the same roof, so
where can she hide?
After nearly an hour, Jasmine finally opens the door and leaves the room.
She creeps to the stairs and looks down at the man sitting on the bar between the living room and the
dining hall. He has changed into a family uniform, a dark green pullover, and a pair of silk black
trousers.
His originally combed bangs are now lying on his forehead, just long enough to cover his eyebrows.
The warm orange light above his head scatters on his body. He sits in a casual manner, with one hand
at the mouth of the glass and the other on the bar. He doesn't look so unapproachable as usual.
Jasmine has never seen him being like this before, as if it is a different man.
Jasmine takes a deep breath and walks downstairs. Hearing the noise, Pehry looks up at the girl
walking slowly down the stairs with glittering eyes.
Jasmine hates to wear makeup. For one thing, she is a lazy woman. For another, she believes that the
makeup will hurt her skin. Therefore, in the past few years, she has only put on makeup when
necessary.
In this case, she has a good skin. There is no thick pore nor acne mark on her face. Especially after a
shower, it looks extremely fair and clean. And her facial features are also pure and lovely, making her
look like a college girl.
Jasmine stops three meters away from Pehry before looking at him. She tries to break the silence.
"Your home is so beautiful. It's different from what I imagined."
"Have you ever imagined what my home would be like?" Pehry snorts out of context, intentionally to
embarrass her.
Jasmine explains in a hurry, "I just think it would be in the similar style to the Red Club."
"Am I crazy? Do you think I feel not enough to stay in the clubhouse, and I should make my home like
that?"
Jasmine mutters softly, "Don't you like the pompous style?"
Pehry doesn't catch it and repeats, "What?"
"Nothing."
Pehry picks up the glass and takes a sip. "Come."
"What ... what?"
Pehry only shakes his head gently and calls in a demanding tone, "Just come here."
Jasmine has no way to resist. She is already used to being squeezed by Pehry, so she subconsciously
follows his order.
Jasmine reluctantly walks to the bar and looks at the four empty cans of imported beer. Her heart is
beating a little fast. "What's wrong?"
Pehry studies her cautious appearance and leans forward slightly. He reaches out to pinch her chin
and gazes at her for a moment before uttering, "Innocent face."
"What?" Jasmine almost doesn't catch the meaning of his words. "Innocent face? Me?"
"Yes." Pehry leisurely looks at her. He feels relaxed after drinking. Without the unapproachable
sharpness, he looks like someone with whom she can feel free to share her thoughts. "Do you need
money?"
Jasmine nods honestly and admits, "Yes, but everyone needs money, doesn't he?"
Everyone is busy working for their own lives every day. In the end, they do everything for money.
Unexpectedly, Pehry spreads out his hands and refutes righteously, "I don't lack it."
"Of course you don't lack it, because you're already rich. I'm talking about ordinary people like us."
Pehry smiles. He stops discussing this with her any longer. He has gotten rid of low tastes for a long
time. Even if he talks more about it, Jasmine might not understand. She might even think that he is
showing off his wealth.
"Then do you want to live a rich life like me?"
Being asked a sudden question, Jasmine freezes for a moment before answering, "No."
"Why?"
Pehry thinks that she would say something unusual, but to his surprise, Jasmine gives a common
answer, "I can't do business like yours. I still want to do a usual job."
Pehry bursts into laughter.
His deep and joyful voice echoes out from his chest, giving Jasmine an ear orgasm. His glittering eyes
are curved in joy. This is the first time that Jasmine has seen such a cheered smile on his face.
If she hadn't known Pehry’s dangerous background, she must have mistaken him to be bright.
Pehry raises his hand to wipe away the tears at the corner of his eyes. "You're really a bumpkin."
Jasmine doesn't want to say anything.
Pehry is in a good mood. He hands a can of beer to her and invites, "Come drink with me."
"I don't drink."
"You’ve never drunk?"
"No."
Pehry looks up at the ceiling with a disappointed expression. Suddenly, he feels a deep sense of guilt.
How pure she is! Jasmine is even cleaner than white paper. Till now, he has never encountered such
girls after graduating from the primary school.
It should be very difficult for a person to maintain pure in this complicated society.
Being asked a sudden question, Jasmine freezes for a moment before answering, "No."
"Why?"
Pehry thinks that she would say something unusual, but to his surprise, Jasmine gives a common
answer, "I can't do business like yours. | still want to do a usual job."
Pehry bursts into laughter.
His deep and joyful voice echoes out from his chest, giving Jasmine an ear orgasm. His glittering eyes
are curved in joy. This is the first time that Jasmine has seen such a cheered smile on his face.
If she hadn't known Pehry’s dangerous background, she must have mistaken him to be bright.
Pehry raises his hand to wipe away the tears at the corner of his eyes. "You're really a bumpkin."
Jasmine doesn't want to say anything.
Pehry is in a good mood. He hands a can of beer to her and invites, "Come drink with me."
"| don't drink."
"You've never drunk?"
"No."
Pehry looks up at the ceiling with a disappointed expression. Suddenly, he feels a deep sense of guilt.
How pure she is! Jasmine is even cleaner than white paper. Till now, he has never encountered such
girls after graduating from the primary school.
It should be very difficult for a person to maintain pure in this complicated society.
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