Chapter 1479: Chapter 1479 Make You Lose Forever
Sylvan Cheney walked into the private room, casually taking off his overcoat.
Seeing Jesse Rowan ant he would inevitably et a woman; this was no longer strange to Sylvan Cheney.
“Mr. Rowan…” the lady clasped Jesse Rowan’s hand, timidly glancing at Sylvan Cheney.
This man was clearly different from Jesse Rowan, older, with a more intense mature charisma.
Such a composed man seed particularly captivating.
But, the vibe radiating from this man was one of ‘keep distance’.
Jesse Rowan chuckled, lifting the lady’s chin, “Afraid to flirt with this one?”
The lady giggled and shook her head.
Indeed, she dared not.
She wasn’t afraid of dealing with Jesse Rowan, but this man in front of her made her feel uneasy.
This kind of stony-faced man was frightening.
However, whether it was his looks or physique, they were exceptionally good; the lady couldn’t help but take a few more glances at Sylvan Cheney.
Sylvan Cheney hung his coat on the rack and glanced at Jesse Rowan: “Do you plan to have her sit next to you? Hmm?”
Jesse Rowan chuckled and squeezed the lady’s hand, “You go down first.”
“Okay, Mr. Rowan, rember to call .” The lady fluffed the tag on her clothing, “Rember, number 23, my na is Jinni.”
Jesse Rowan gestured “OK” with his hand, watching her leave.
Sylvan Cheney sat across from Jesse Rowan, turned on the diffuser on the table, which already contained lavender essential oil.
He really disliked the tacky scent of the private room.
Jesse Rowan glanced at his watch: “Mr. Cheney is impressive, arriving right on the minute, neither early nor late, this is truly a businessman’s sensitivity.”
“Did you bring the stuff?” Sylvan asked indifferently.
“Of course, I, Jesse Rowan, may be young, but I keep my word.”
“Hmm,” Sylvan wasn’t in a hurry to discuss terms, picking up a bottle of red wine from the table, “What vintage is this wine?”
“Oh, this is just a bottle I grabbed haphazardly, just so-so. If Mr. Cheney truly wants to drink, I’ll have soone bring my reserved collection over,” Jesse said.
“Vintage wine is certainly better,” Sylvan remarked nonchalantly, expression unchanged, “However, I don’t dismiss new wines either; they just lack a certain flavor.”
“But Mr. Cheney, this new wine has its rits, not utterly worthless,” Jesse pointed out.
“It depends on how ti will refine it,” said Sylvan, tapping on the wine bottle, his gaze deep and thoughtful.
Jesse Rowan wasn’t a fool; he understood the subtext in Sylvan’s words.
“Jesse Rowan, have you been enjoying your ti with the Harry Family recently?”
Sylvan Cheney poured so red wine into his glass, the wine flowing down the glass wall under the dim yellow light, casting an ambiguous glow on the wine.
“Where did Mr. Cheney see being happy?” Jesse squinted slightly, crossed one leg over the other, lighting a cigarette.
The young man’s cigarette lighting gesture was quite skilled.
He gently exhaled a puff of smoke, Jesse seed more worldly amidst the smoke.
“You’ve played quite a hand upon returning to the country, but however you wish to play is your prerogative. I’m just giving you a piece of advice, ill-gotten wealth, inevitably, heaven will reclaim it. The gains obtained through vile ans, heaven will also ensure you lose them forever, understand?”
Sylvan’s voice was always clear, cold, and slightly chilling, like a harsh cold wind, adding a bit of chill to the room.
It was also like a bucket of cold water doused on Jesse Rowan.
However, Jesse Rowan was still Jesse Rowan, accustod to his leisurely ways.
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