"I understand, I'm on my way," Jasmine Yale immediately made up her mind.
"In the president's office, the door has been closed the whole time. Let me know when you get here."
"Alright."
After hanging up, Jasmine Yale untied her apron, changed into a loose light gray sweater, and threw on a black trench coat. She tied her long hair with a hairband and added a dark scarf.
Her eyes held a deep, unsettled gleam, and her heart was racing.
Switching to a pair of dark brown flat leather shoes, she hurriedly tidied up and turned to leave the bedroom.
Butler Santana was still helping Jasmine Yale make pastries. Seeing her dressed like this, he was surprised, "Miss Yale, are you going out? Is there something happening?"
"There's something work-related. I have to go," Jasmine Yale tried to smile, reassuring Butler Santana.
"Remember to bring an umbrella. It's raining heavily outside. Are you coming back tonight?"
"Depends on the situation, I'll call you."
