Chapter 1514: Chapter 1514: Raise Her As Your Own Daughter
Sylvan Cheney smoked three cigarettes in the graveyard.
He wasn’t one to dwell on the past, but standing in front of the tombstone, his thoughts were consud mostly by mories.
He and Zaiden Santos had known each other since childhood. Although they didn’t intervene in each other’s personal lives, in business and collaboration, they were good partners.
They played sports together and drank together.
Thinking of this, Sylvan Cheney’s mood grew heavier.
It’s better not to speak of the past.
After three cigarettes, Sylvan Cheney’s profound gaze rested on the tombstone, filled with condensed sorrow.
The sky gradually brightened, with the first light of dawn appearing in the east.
The rain hadn’t stopped and continued to fall.
“Mr. Cheney, I won’t co back to the country often in the future. I’ve arranged for soone to clean my brother’s grave regularly.”
“Hmm, if I have ti, I will also co to visit Zaiden.”
“Thank you, Mr. Cheney.”
“No need to be polite, it’s the least I could do.”
Nobody left; both tacitly stared at the tombstone.
Both n were clad in black overcoats, blending into the surrounding landscape.
“CEO Santos, are you now focusing on developing business overseas?”
“Yes, I grew up in UT and am more familiar with the culture and people abroad. I feel more at ease developing business overseas.”
“What about the Santos Family business Elder Santos left you? I heard the elder handed it over to you.”
“It was originally for my brother. He had always been wary of , afraid that I would take it. But suddenly, the year before last, he didn’t want it anymore, left Landon, and grandfather gave the Santos Family to .” Zachary Santos spoke slowly and calmly, “I never planned on taking it, so the Santos Family is still under grandfather’s na. I just co back occasionally to check on it.”
“So CEO Santos has no plans to settle down in Landon.”
“Hmm, no, I will still go back to Old York.”
“Actually, no matter where you are, as long as the people you care about are by your side, that’s the best, right?”
“Mr. Cheney, you’re quite the sentintal one.” There was a touched shimr in Zachary Santos’ eyes.
Sylvan Cheney curled his lips, hesitating to speak.
Jasmine Yale had told him so things.
For example, how Zachary Santos treated Ann Nolan very well, with ticulous care, raising Little Candy as if she were his own daughter.
“Now that my brother is gone, I probably won’t take over the Santos Family assets,” Zachary Santos said frankly, “After grandfather passes, I plan to liquidate the Santos Family.”
“It’s a pity, the Santos Family has been established for decades, a legacy founded by your grandfather, longer-standing than the Cheney Family.”
“If Mr. Cheney is interested, I would consider transferring it to the Cheney Family first.”
“I don’t have such plans at the mont. If you really want to give it away, I think… giving it to soone else couldn’t be more appropriate.”
“Who?” Zaiden turned his head to look at Sylvan Cheney.
“Yara Nolan.”
Sylvan Cheney had always prided himself on having a good mory.
Indeed, his mory was excellent.
Jasmine Yale had ntioned Little Candy’s full na in passing, casually and casually only once.
He had rembered it.
Zachary Santos’ body stiffened slightly, his eyes held a deeper aning as he looked at Sylvan Cheney quietly: “Mr. Cheney knows about Yara.”
Although Zaiden Santos was surprised for a few seconds, it was only a few seconds.
He rembered that Jasmine Yale liked Sylvan Cheney.
Probably Jasmine Yale had told Sylvan Cheney everything.
It didn’t matter; he knew Sylvan Cheney wasn’t interested in others’ private lives.
“Hmm,” Sylvan Cheney nodded.
“This is a good idea, I will seriously consider it. Yara will also grow up gradually,” Zachary Santos said calmly, his expression serene.
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