Chapter 1557: Chapter 1557: You’ll Get Used to It After Doing It a Few Tis
“Mr. Cheney, the news traveled pretty fast, huh? Can’t bla for this—finance has the fiscal authority, so I had no choice, no choice at all,” Jesse Rowan said with an especially innocent tone.
“The Cheney Family hasn’t even been handed over to you yet, and you’re already ssing with my people?”
“It’s only a matter of ti. Why are you so worked up, Mr. Cheney?” Jesse Rowan teased while sipping his drink.
“Whatever you’re up to isn’t my concern, but here’s a word of advice: take it easy. If you want to replace soone, you’d better make sure your wings are strong enough first.”
“I’m no fool, Mr. Cheney. Of course, I’ll pick soone better for the finance departnt. No need for you to worry about it…”
Before he could finish, Sylvan Cheney hung up the phone.
Outside the balcony was a clear, immaculate sky.
Sylvan took a drag from his cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke, his tall shadow cast upon the wood-grain floor.
There was a deep, mysterious light in his eyes.
He had promised Jasmine Yale to cut back on smoking and drinking. After finishing one cigarette, he went back inside.
Jasmine heard his footsteps, turned her head slightly, and glanced at him. “Back already? I’ve finished translating the first part. Do you want to take a look?”
“Oh?” Sylvan raised an eyebrow, walking up behind her and naturally wrapping her within the space of the sofa.
Jasmine lounged lazily, her legs curled up on the sofa.
She brought up the translation draft for the first part. “Here, take a look. How’s this?”
Sylvan leaned in, his breath grazing the nape of her neck with warm intensity.
Jasmine’s body beca scorching hot, her thoughts drifting.
His gaze remained fixed on the screen, his fingers lightly scrolling through the pages.
As he got closer, she caught the scent of tobacco and agarwood fragrance on him, her cheeks blooming a rosy flush.
“This phrase isn’t correct; it shouldn’t be translated as ‘macro.’ Given the conditions outlined in the docunt, it should be changed to ‘overall scale,'” Sylvan remarked, his voice rich and alluring, like the sound of a cello—smooth and captivating.
Jasmine nodded.
Even minor errors were swiftly corrected by Sylvan on the spot.
“This section is decent. No major issues, you can proceed,” Sylvan said. “But you need to pick up your pace. It’s been almost an hour, and you’ve only done this much. Have you looked at the entire file? There are over thirty pages. At your current speed, do you expect the company to function? Hmm?”
“Ugh,” Jasmine pouted. “I know. It’s my first ti doing sothing like this…”
“Mm, do it a few more tis and you’ll get the hang of it.”
Jasmine’s face turned even redder, as if it were on fire.
What was that supposed to an?
So inappropriate.
“Do you want to be your secretary in the future?” Jasmine raised her head to look at him, her eyes brimming with anticipation.
“Let’s see how you perform,” Sylvan said, ruffling her hair before leaning down to kiss her neck. “My secretary isn’t that easy to be.”
“Running errands for soone—might as well run errands for you instead of others. Keep it in the family,” Jasmine quipped.
“Then maybe you don’t realize—I’m rciless when it cos to disciplining my employees.”
“…” Jasmine shivered slightly.
Forget disciplining employees; he used to be just as rciless with her.
“At your current skill level and performance, you’re bound to get disciplined,” Sylvan remarked calmly. “Think it through.”
“I haven’t graduated yet. Once I do, I’ll be much better.”
“I’ll be waiting, then.”
“Deal.”
Sylvan’s lips curved into a smile.
Deal.
Jasmine lowered her head and, under his guidance, corrected each mistake one by one.
While she made the corrections, Sylvan stayed right there, watching her with a focused, tender gaze.
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