Chapter 2263: Chapter 2263: Sylvan Cheney’s Drinking Habits Have Deteriorated

"Jasmine, don’t you understand what kind of person I am? I promise I’m not lying this time, and I guarantee I won’t lie to you again. The president may scold people and is harsh with me usually, but in work, he’s truly treated me like a mentor and friend. I’m very grateful to him and want to help him with all kinds of matters. He’s drunk now and not in a good state..."

"Kade." Jasmine Yale interrupted him, "Has anyone ever told you, you’re quite suited to be a public speaker?"

"..."

"Tell isn’t far from me, I’ll take a taxi over."

On the other end, Kade was overjoyed: "Thank you, Jasmine, thank you."

"On your behalf." Jasmine Yale said lightly.

"Alright, then..."

Without waiting for Kade to finish, Jasmine Yale hung up the phone.

She looked up at the distance.

In the distance were tall buildings, vehicles, neon lights, and an unseen remoteness...

Leaves drifted down and turned to mud.

Lights flickering in her pupils, the glimmers like dancing flames, endlessly enduring.

The wind blew on her, lifting her sleeves.

The street lamp elongated her shadow, she seemed like a lonely rabbit, gazing at her home.

The taxi stopped at Tell Bar.

It was indeed quite chaotic here, business as usual, but Jasmine Yale could faintly hear sounds of smashing and arguing.

She frowned slightly.

Since his memory loss, Sylvan Cheney’s drinking demeanor had deteriorated.

He used to be silent and reserved when drunk, not vomiting randomly, not going wild, and certainly not engaging in vandalism.

The current Sylvan Cheney seemed like a reckless teenager of seventeen or eighteen.

Is he trying to make up for everything he didn’t do at seventeen or eighteen?

No... She couldn’t bear this!

Jasmine Yale couldn’t walk fast, she called Kade while stabilizing herself against the wall, looking for the bar’s owner.

"Jasmine, I’m calming the president down, come over and take him away. I must stay to handle things here at the bar; otherwise, they won’t let him go."

"Will he act crazy drunk with me?"

"No, he’s been calling your name."

"Got it."

Following the colorful lights, Jasmine Yale finally entered the bar.

The deafening music, twisting lights, and dancing men and women in the dance floor composed the bar’s most primal scene.

This place hadn’t been affected by the smashing incidents.

Jasmine Yale searched through the rooms one by one as guided by Kade.

After becoming pregnant, she couldn’t stand such noise; she wished she could cover her ears while walking.

She owed Sylvan Cheney from her past life.

From time to time, sleazy men would snap fingers at her: "Wow, a pregnant woman at the bar? Looking for your husband?"

Under the multicolored lights, Jasmine Yale felt terribly dizzy.

Her visits to bars were few and far between; she couldn’t adapt to this environment.

Yet, those dazzling lights kept flashing in front of her eyes!

"Jasmine!" Kade saw her, "Here!"

Sylvan Cheney was being restrained in the room; probably due to his identity, no one dared to touch him, but they didn’t let him leave either.

Jasmine Yale entered the room and saw Sylvan Cheney leaning on the sofa along with several sturdy men.

The room’s lighting was dim, and the atmosphere was oppressive.

Sylvan Cheney wore only a dark shirt, not knowing where the collar buttons went; the shirt was a mess with creases, and the neat suit pants were also wrinkled.