Jesse Rowan clenched his fists tightly, a hint of a smile curling up the corners of his mouth.
Stripping away the laughter, there was a frosty chill in the depth of his eyes.
He admitted the woman was quite attractive, but Jesse Rowan had seen more beautiful won than he had crossed bridges.
It was just that he had not yet tired of her. Once he did, would he still pamper her like this?
Jesse Rowan took off his overcoat and walked towards the study upstairs.
Recently, he needed to gather his thoughts. After all, he was about to take control of both the Cheney and the Harry Family companies, and he would be busy.
This feeling of holding power was indeed exhilarating, instantly giving him a sense of pride at the top of Landon’s food chain.
It couldn’t be better.
When the ti cos, what could he not have?
When he takes over the Harry Family’s company, he would let Yacob Harry taste what it’s like to fall from heaven to hell, to understand what destruction ans.
When that day cos, he would no longer keep Joan Harry at Koi Garden.
The taste of a family ruined, reduced to holessness on the streets—Yacob Harry had never experienced that.
Jesse Rowan didn’t feel he was despicable at all; if he wasn’t ruthless, how could he deal with soone as despicable as Yacob Harry?
In the study, Jesse Rowan had another phone conversation with an executive of the Harry Family.
"Vice CEO Laban, report to the situation of the company today."
The voice on the other end was filled with flattering laughter, and indeed, all the secrets of the Harry Family were shared with Jesse Rowan.
Unable to help it, since Jesse had been generous, giving him the first big gift of a UT green card.
With the green card, why wouldn’t he enjoy life in UT after resigning? Only a fool would stay loyal to Yacob Harry at the company.
Moreover, Yacob Harry was hospitalized now, his life hanging in the balance.
One must always pick sides.
Follow the right person, and you’ll have a worry-free life; choose the wrong person, and you’ll suffer.
Jesse Rowan listened thoughtfully, sotis resting his head on his hand, sotis twirling a pen in his fingers, his expression whimsical.
"Mr. Rowan, I’ll tell you anything you want to know. Just ask."
"Impressive, impressive. I’ll send you a few bottles of wine tomorrow, my private collection. You’ll know how good it is once you try it."
"Mr. Rowan, you’re too kind, how can I accept this?"
"Oh, co on, we’re friends here, what’s there to feel shy about?"
"Mr. Rowan, speaking of which, I t a woman at a gala the other night..."
"CEO Laban fancies soone’s daughter?"
"The daughter of the Vice President of Forest Corporation, nad Jiaojiao. Mr. Rowan, could you help connect with her?"
"Sure thing, sure thing. You’ve asked the right person, you know I have a way with won," Jesse Rowan readily agreed. "I love doing business with straightforward people like you."
"Mr. Rowan, is there anything else you want to know?" the other end asked, obsequiously.
"Send all the information about your young lady to my email."
"Young lady? I don’t have a daughter."
"Damn, you really don’t recognize your own master, changing faces so fast. I’m talking about Yacob Harry’s daughter."
"Oh, Miss Harry... Nope, Mr. Rowan’s woman." On the other end, another obsequious tone seeking to please.
"Can you handle that? You have ten minutes."
"Yes, yes."
After hanging up the call, Jesse Rowan rubbed his chin, thinking how nice it is to be wealthy, as money can even push ghosts around.
He never wanted to experience a life without money again; such a life was worse than death.
A cold gleam flitted across the depths of Jesse Rowan’s eyes.
So mories inappropriately surfaced, vivid in his mind.
Yes, worse than death.
With a "snap", Jesse Rowan broke the pen in his hand and violently threw it to the ground!
The study was utterly silent.
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