"Miss Jasmine, this is an internal matter within our corporation. What is it that you want from me?" Jethro asked, his face growing serious.
"It's quite simple, compensation," Jasmine said straightforwardly. "Your actions have violated the terms of the contract, so you should compensate me accordingly—200 million!"
Theophilus placed his tea cup down and looked at Jasmine. She certainly had a sharp tongue, demanding such a significant amount. Wasn't she just an actress? How could she be so audacious? And daring to shout at Jethro? She must be relying on her influential background.
Then he turned to Jethro, who appeared tense. Jethro felt he had lost face in front of Boss Jake. The image representative he had invited now came to demand money.
"Miss Jasmine, are you joking? Do you expect
