Originally, she didn't plan to chat much in the group, but she unexpectedly saw someone send a large red packet just as she was about to put her phone away.
That's right, it was Sylvan Cheney.
After sending the red packet, he went silent, but the group erupted in messages—
A: The CEO is so generous.
B: Oh my god, it's the CEO, the CEO sent a big red packet!
C: Quick, grab it! The quick hands get it, the slow ones miss out!
D: I got it! Fifty-two bucks! Fifty-two bucks!
E: Thank you, boss.
Jasmine Yale didn't grab it, nor did she want to. She pretended not to see it and quietly turned off her phone.
That was still yesterday night.
If she hadn't remembered incorrectly, he was not in Cakago both yesterday and today, presumably attending a business forum summit in Conada.
He was in Conada, so why did he call her?
Jasmine hesitated, but the call had already ended.
Since the last incident, she always harbored some apprehension towards him.
