The thing about Sylvan Cheney living with you, everyone knows?

"I already told you Evan was just playing with you; after getting what he wanted, he dumped you, and you actually took it seriously. He’s not a young guy; isn’t it obvious what he really wants? Men are obsessed and passionate about things they can’t have; once they get it, they find it ordinary and throw it away." Stacy laughed recklessly.

She really admired Jasmine Yale’s expression; she was just showing off with her, but now her face had changed.

"Erin isn’t a conservative woman, she doesn’t control Evan strictly. He can play around with women if he wants, as long as he settles down after marriage. In our circle, how many men aren’t flirtatious?"

"Stacy, what’s the point of telling me all this? If I believe you, I naturally will; if I don’t, I’ll never believe you."

"Well, if you don’t believe, then don’t. No one’s forcing you. I’m just giving you a heads up, a little psychological preparation. And don’t make a fuss with Evan; if the whole company finds out you slept with the CEO, it’ll be ugly. I heard you have a few close friends. If they find out you’re like this, how do you think they’ll view you?"

"Is he going to marry Erin Janus?" Jasmine Yale looked at her calmly.

"You don’t know? Tsk tsk, getting slept for free and not even knowing this, Evan really isn’t a good man, truly rotten." Stacy teased, "But if a man’s not bad, women won’t love him, right? You’ve fallen for it, haven’t you?"

"Are you gloating, thinking it’ll bring me down?" Jasmine Yale looked at her. "Sorry, nothing you can say will affect me; I already know what kind of person you are."

"Is all you have left just bravado, content with being slept for free? Should I ask Erin to give you some cash someday? How many times has Evan slept with you? Erin won’t treat you poorly."

"Stacy, are you and Erin so magnanimous that you can’t even keep an eye on your own man? Or is it that you were slept around like this before yourselves?"

"Your little jabs won’t affect me. Our family background, countless people are dying to hang onto us! Money in our eyes... humph, it’s just waste paper. A hundred bucks falls on the ground, you’d pick it up; we, we just step over it."

"Perhaps you don’t know, you could be rich, and then poor."

"Oh? Like your dead husband? I heard he went bankrupt?" Stacy snickered, her laughter overbearing.

Jasmine Yale had no intention to argue further with her.

She was here to relax, not to get aggravated.

She gave Stacy a slight look and brushed past her to leave.

After taking two steps, Jasmine Yale stopped and said indifferently, "In the future, don’t bother greeting me, because I don’t esteem people like you."

With that, Jasmine Yale adjusted her scarf and left.

Stacy was initially taken aback, then her expression turned unpleasant.

She glared at Jasmine Yale’s back, cursing, "A slut who can be slept around easily, pretending to be noble, who knows how loose they are in bed."

Afterwards, still unsatisfied, Stacy rummaged in her bag and took out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one.

Jasmine Yale left the place.

Passing by Dior, she couldn’t help but glance inside the store.

The last time she was here, Sylvan Cheney had bought her a pair of shoes.

She looked for a moment, then withdrew her gaze and silently watched the path ahead.

She walked step by step, very slowly.

Christmas is not far away.