Chapter 1498: Chapter 1498: Start Over, Reshuffle
After the al, Lilac Serval left the Cheney Family, and Charles Mcintosh went alone to Sylvan Cheney’s office.
He knew the combination to Sylvan’s safe; a few twists of his fingers and the safe swung open.
Inside, there indeed was a docunt with a blue cover, quite thick, with no words whatsoever on the cover.
Charles Mcintosh’s eyes sharpened, the bottom of his eyes ablaze with unfathomable light.
Flipping open the first page, Charles Mcintosh skimd for the most striking keywords to understand the docunt.
Overseas, Cakago, corporate restructuring.
After only a few pages, as smart as Charles Mcintosh was, he had an epiphany.
No wonder Sylvan had been busy with rgers and acquisitions of overseas companies, pumping in massive amounts of capital.
And no wonder, despite the share price of the Cheney’s plumting, Sylvan remained indifferent.
Even going so far as to willingly hand over the Cheney Family to others.
Although this path is winding and complicated, one has to admit, retreating as a way to advance, Sylvan’s tactics are clever.
He suddenly understood what Sylvan ant by “opportunity”—a seemingly unsolvable problem found its answer and bargaining chip with the appearance of Jesse Rowan.
In this way, trading the Cheney Family for ten years’ ti is not a loss.
But the road ahead is long. By doing this, Sylvan is basically starting all over again, reshuffling the deck.
Is he confident?
Charles Mcintosh flipped through the docunt so more, seeing the company structure, clauses, and initial plans all laid out with precision and ticulousness.
The more he read on, the more confident Charles Mcintosh beca in Sylvan.
He has good judgnt, following a man unique in this world.
After flipping to the last page, Charles Mcintosh slowly closed the docunt, his eyes deep with profound aning.
The new company’s location is picked—Cakago, a pure, fair, immaculate company that belongs to Sylvan Cheney.
Charles Mcintosh doesn’t know how long it will take Sylvan to build the new company to the scale of the Cheneys, but he believes that with this man’s capabilities, it wouldn’t take much ti.
Charles Mcintosh returned the docunt to the back of the safe and took out so stuff about the Cheney Family from the file bag.
He made a phone call to Jesse Rowan.
“Mr. Rowan, this is Mr. Cheney’s assistant, Charles Mcintosh, where are you?”
“I’m at ho.”
“Shall we et up? Mr. Cheney has sothing for you, from the Cheney Family.”
“Just co to my place. My ho is spacious. Hold on a mont; let give you the address.”
Charles Mcintosh hadn’t expected Jesse Rowan to be staying in on the weekend.
Soon enough, Jesse Rowan sent Charles Mcintosh the address—Koi Garden.
The place is a bit of a distance from the Cheneys’, rather secluded, but with great scenery, nestled against mountains and waters, even boasting a natural hot spring.
Charles Mcintosh secured the docunts, went downstairs, and took out his car.
Koi Garden.
Jesse sat in the living room, watching the woman on the balcony not far away reading a book.
Joan Harry’s long hair cascaded over her shoulders, her face pale, her large eyes hollow and listless.
She quietly read her English book, marking it with a pen, occasionally reciting a few words and phrases from mory.
Joan hadn’t applied makeup, and her complexion didn’t look good, resembling a lifeless ragdoll.
She sat in the wicker chair, basking in the sunlight and engrossed in her book.
She wouldn’t let Jesse co over, so he sat on the sofa in the living room, playing video gas, while keeping an eye on her.
At this mont, the balcony looked picturesque.
Jesse Rowan saw pride and aloofness in Joan Harry.
He thought about it; ever since Joan started being with him, she had never smiled.
Was he that intimidating? Not at all, he was so approachable and handso, any woman who saw him would beam with smiles, wishing they could get closer.
Yet this woman ignored him, which was truly baffling.
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