Sylvan Cheney glanced at his back, he was much more compliant than Kade Yuvan.
He smoked a lot, and Kade was very naggy, constantly saying smoking was bad for his health, sometimes even daring to not buy him cigarettes.
Sylvan Cheney went nowhere, lying on a lounge chair by the pool, slightly closing his eyes, his cold and mature face looking ever more profound under the light.
The robe's collar was half-open, revealing a stretch of sensual skin.
He lay with eyes closed, quietly silent.
However, the annoying ringtone rang again, the phone vibrating incessantly beside the chair.
Sylvan Cheney furrowed his brow tightly.
He picked up the phone unhappily, without opening his eyes, he said indifferently: "What's up."
The call was from Jasmine Yale.
She had called him many times.
"Little Clementine left something with you."
Hearing Jasmine Yale's voice, Sylvan Cheney's brow moved slightly: "What?"
"A small bracelet, rose gold."
"Oh, I'll look for it at the hotel for you."
