Chapter 1495: Chapter 1495: From Now On, No More Mr. Cheney in Landon
His father gave his life for the Cheney Family, and he himself had racked his brains and gone sleepless nights for it.
When the Cheney Family was sched against by a pack of covetous people, it was he and Sylvan Cheney who handled the socializing, fundraising, and strategizing together.
At that ti, they were all still young.
Today, those envious old n from the Cheney Family have long been purged by Sylvan Cheney, and he has already beco Sylvan’s right-hand man.
The territory he and Sylvan fought for, now Sylvan is passing it on to an outsider; how could he not feel heartache?
“Mr. Cheney, are you going abroad?”
“That’s the plan.”
“I understand.” Charles Mcintosh nodded.
From then on, there would be no Mr. Cheney in Landon.
Once gone, would it be forever?
“What’s the Harry Family up to today?” Sylvan changed the subject, seeing that Charles’s eyes were red.
Continuing this conversation could lead Charles to the impulse of strangling him.
“Nothing much, their stocks are close to plumting, and Yacob Harry is still lying in the hospital. I’ve heard Cora Jorney is with him. The people I sent over said Yacob’s heart is very bad, and he’s at risk of passing away at any mont.”
“It’s often the last straw that breaks the cal’s back,” Sylvan took a drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke.
“Yes, according to the current situation, that straw… seems to be none other than Jesse Rowan.”
“From the mont Jesse Rowan started targeting the Harry Family, this was the ending he wanted. Without a single drop of blood on his hands, he could send Yacob Harry to hell.”
“The downfall of the Harry Family was sothing I didn’t expect,” Charles spoke frankly, “At the beginning of the year, Yacob Harry was still full of arrogance, not putting anyone in his eyes. In less than a month, they’re nearly in ruins.”
“If Jesse Rowan doesn’t deal with him, I will make sure to take good care of him before he ends up in jail,” Sylvan’s voice was low and sharp, “People like him, they just deserve it.”
The sunlight elongated Sylvan’s shadow as he and Charles maintained their standing posture.
Both of their shadows were long, surrounded by a haze of smoke.
The sunlight penetrated through the glass windows, casting a flux of light and shadows.
“Mr. Cheney, I’ll continue to keep an eye on the Harry Family and the Rowan Family. If there’s any news, I’ll report it to you.”
“Hmm.”
“Mr. Cheney, are you up for drinks at the bar tonight? Not coming back until we’re drunk?”
“No, I’m not like you,” Sylvan raised his hand and patted his shoulder, “I have a family to take care of.”
“…” Charles couldn’t help but want to roll his eyes. Always flaunting his bliss, was it appropriate?
A person with a family…
He glanced at Sylvan’s expression, which was one of triumphant joy.
“Forget it, then I’ll just go to the bar alone tonight for so drinks, with such big news I need so ti to cool off,” Charles said lightly.
“If you really want to drink, I can join you for a few this noon, as an apology,”
“Then I shall graciously accept,” Charles looked at Sylvan.
“Let’s go, to the restaurant.”
Sylvan extinguished the cigarette butt and threw away the stub in his hand.
Charles also followed Sylvan towards the outside of the observation deck.
The Cheney Family is still that Cheney Family, a symbol of power and status in Landon.
On the balcony not far from the restaurant, Jasmine Yale and Lilac Serval were leaning on the railing, basking in the sun and chatting.
The sun was warm, and both of them squinted comfortably in its glow.
The air was filled with the fragrance of rose essential oil, pleasant and refreshing.
Jasmine lay lazily next to the railing, languidly lifted her finger, and pointed to an advertisent on the electronic screen in the nearby square: “That red dress is beautiful, Little Lilac, it suits you.”
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