Chapter 1428: Chapter 1428: Girls, Be More Self-Respecting
Two days later, at the Cheney Group.
When Charles Mcintosh was delivering a report to Sylvan Cheney, he saw Sylvan standing by the window, smoking.
The white smoke swirled around his sharply outlined face, with a profound light in Sylvan’s eyes.
During this period, Charles had seldom seen Sylvan smoke.
But today, with just a glance, he saw the ashtray was filled with cigarette butts.
Hearing footsteps, Sylvan turned around: “The report from the northern construction site?”
“Yes, several projects have started. If they stop now, the losses would indeed be huge. I’m trying my best to minimize the losses.”
“Anything else?”
“So shareholders withdrew today, saying they would pull out of the Cheney Family even at a loss.”
These were all expected, and there was no significant change in Sylvan’s expression.
The cigarette between his fingers burned, flickering like tiny stars.
“I got it, leave the report here. I’ll look over it and find you afterward,” Sylvan said.
“Alright.”
Charles left the president’s office.
Upon exiting, he logged onto the University of Cakago’s official website with his phone.
Just as he expected, it was Jasmine Yale’s day to start school.
Which also ant, Jasmine Yale was leaving.
Having followed Sylvan for so many years, Charles knew that Sylvan had always been accustod to not showing his feelings, yet Charles had begun to grasp the trajectory of Sylvan’s emotions.
Sylvan would not get emotional over business matters, but whenever it ca to Jasmine Yale, his emotions were easily stirred.
Thinking of this, Charles felt a shift in his gaze.
He called Lilac Serval.
“Where are you?”
“Where else could I be, in bed, of course.”
“Co over to Cheney’s, I have sothing to tell you.”
“Why don’t you co here, Cheney’s isn’t that far from my apartnt.”
“I’m working.”
“So am I… Oh, didn’t you ask last night who I was fooling around with? I’m back with Little 11, and he’s in my bed right now.”
“Lilac Serval!” Charles’s forehead showed visible anger.
“If you want to catch an affair in progress, feel free to co and catch a live one.” Lilac Serval headed to the mirror to comb her hair, her face showing a clear smile.
“Little 11? Is he that cheeky boy you t at the VISTA bar?”
“Cheeky? Maybe you’re misunderstanding the term, or are you jealous because Little 11 is younger? Oh, I almost forgot, you’re 30 this year.” Lilac’s tone was indifferent. “A 30-year-old man really can’t compete with a 20-year-old, the difference isn’t just a little.”
“Are you playing for real?”
“What’s real or fake, when the fake is taken for real, the real also becos fake,” Lilac said, “I just didn’t expect to et him again when I returned to Landon. He hasn’t forgotten , always calls ‘sister’, and it’s normal to roll in the sheets.”
“How many nights did you roll?”
“We reunited the day before yesterday.”
“Lilac, you really are sothing.”
“You’re not bad yourself.”
Lilac put the phone on the washstand, continuing to comb her hair and wash her face while talking to Charles.
For a long while, Charles didn’t speak.
After a pause.
“Little Lilac, even if you hate , you shouldn’t treat yourself badly.”
“Brother Mcintosh, what kind of talk is that?” Lilac applied her skincare products, smiling yet not smiling. “n and won enjoying themselves, how is it treating oneself badly? In Brother Mcintosh’s eyes, has the matter between n and won beco utterly inexcusable?”
Charles was never Lilac Serval’s match in argunts.
“Girls should still maintain so self-respect,” he said, his tone cold as frost and snow.
“Girls… that term does not suit , it should be ‘woman.'”
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