Little brother handed the money to Jasmine Clark.
Without counting, Jasmine stuffed the money into her bag, forcing a smile and said, "Gentlemen, I won't disturb you any longer."
She placed the unconscious Giselle Lawrence on a chair and hurriedly left the room.
Little brother watched her leave, uneasily saying, "First Brother, there's something off about that woman. Could this kid bring us trouble?"
"What's there to fear? She's just stolen a kid. As long as it's not the president's child, what's there to be afraid of? Besides, I want to cause some trouble right now. It'd be good to stir up some trouble. How else am I supposed to explain to the Young Master?"
"First Brother is wise. Should we get a doctor to check on this kid?"
The fat man glanced indifferently at the unconscious Giselle Lawrence and said dismissively, "Why bother? Just throw her in the dark room. It's just a cold and fever, she won't die, she's not that delicate."
"Understood."