Chapter 1447: Chapter 1447 I Don’t Want Anyone to Get Hurt
Jasmine Yale admitted that she was hesitant.
She absolutely did not want to see Sylvan Cheney get into trouble.
But she didn’t know how Lilac Serval and Charles Mcintosh would handle this matter...
She was not knowledgeable about finance or law; all she knew was that the situation was serious.
"Jasmine, Charles and I will resolve the issue. If we can’t, you and Mr. Cheney can come back, there will be no loss," Lilac Serval’s voice was very gentle.
"Just going out for a few days?" Jasmine Yale looked at her.
"Yes."
The white pill lay in the palm of her hand, and Jasmine Yale’s hand was still trembling.
Her heartbeat had not calmed down, she didn’t know whether to agree with Lilac Serval.
"Jasmine, have an orange, the ones I bought are quite sweet," said Lilac Serval as she peeled an orange for her.
The orange was cold, but Jasmine Yale’s body was burning hot.
Faced with a sudden decision, what should she do.
"Jasmine, you wouldn’t want Mr. Cheney to run into trouble either, right?"
Jasmine Yale rubbed her forehead: "I don’t want anyone to get into trouble."
"As long as we avoid the court’s third hearing, the problem will be solved," said Lilac Serval.
"Is that so?"
"Yes."
"You and Charles won’t take risks and break the law?"
Lilac Serval smiled: "Of course not."
"Let me think about it." Jasmine Yale couldn’t make a decision in such a short time.
"Please decide quickly, and remember to call me, of course... Mr. Cheney definitely shouldn’t know about this," Lilac Serval saw her nervousness, and slowly said, "I heard Mr. Cheney say you can bake pastries, teach me later, I want to make some snacks."
"Let’s make egg tarts and yolk pastry, I want to learn."
"Little Lilac..."
"Why not teach me now?" Lilac Serval blinked her eyes.
"Why the sudden interest in making pastries? You don’t usually like doing things." Jasmine Yale smiled, her face slightly pale.
"Making it yourself gives a sense of accomplishment," Lilac Serval said lightly.
She was making it for Charles Mcintosh.
Someone would have to spend the next ten years in prison, and probably wouldn’t get to taste what she made anymore.
Lately he had taken her out for breakfast, bought her clothes, and walked around the streets with her... She couldn’t just owe him.
At least, she had to repay the favor.
"I’ll take you to the kitchen." Jasmine Yale stood up, pocketing the pills.
Her figure carried a trace of melancholy as she led Lilac Serval to the kitchen.
Lilac Serval removed her coat, wearing only a wine red turtleneck sweater.
The kitchen.
Jasmine Yale prepared the oven and ingredients, and the plate also had some pastries she had made the day before.
"What is this, it looks really tasty," Lilac Serval pointed at the white cakes on the plate.
"Gorgon fruit cake, Mr. Cheney had someone bring the ingredients from the Jiangnan, said it was for me to practice," Jasmine Yale bent her lips, "Try it, I think it turned out okay."
Lilac Serval picked up a piece and put it in her mouth.
"It’s very tasty."
Sweet and sticky, it melted in the mouth.
The pastry had a unique aroma of gorgon fruit, which was very novel for Lilac Serval.
Having grown up abroad, she wasn’t much familiar with traditional domestic desserts, only having tried some recently.
Yet, she found local dishes quite to her taste, eating them made her want more.
Like the breakfast from Mundane Peace.
"Here are some cookies I made last night, you can try them, they’re well sealed!" Jasmine Yale handed her a jar.
"Is making things... really that interesting?" Lilac Serval didn’t quite understand.
She seldom made things herself.
Whether desserts or dishes, she didn’t enjoy making them.
"The greatest joy of making things is probably... deciding who gets to eat it," Jasmine Yale smiled.